Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Sunday, January 19
Boy, I was all set to have the audit done and folios delivered by 0130 – an excellent time for a weekend in ski season – but I was bothered by three phone calls while I was out delivering folios.
The first was someone looking to book a room…After a minute or two, tho, he IDs himself as an employee looking for the employee rate…Probably a fellow night auditor hoping I was as stupid as he is and would give him a $39 rate for this weekend…I told him, as he probably well knew, that employee rate rooms have to be reserved online thru your rewards club membership but that didn’t stop him, he kept asking what the rate would be…I have no clue…Employee rates vary and are based on the hotel’s average daily rate for that time and while I’m no dummy I don’t keep hotel ADR information at the ready…He was persistent and kep trying to haggle with me but you can’t haggle with someone who has nothing to offer…I repeated that employee rates are booked thru your rewards club membership and eventually the wizard concluded he wasn’t going to get a deal with me and hung up.
I headed back to the hotel to resume folio delivery when 165 called looking for the WiFi password…It’s in your key packet but sometimes key packets are discarded…I didn’t have the code on me, obliging me to return to the front desk and then call her room.
Back to the hotel…Then back to the front desk to meet a guest who was looking for a jacket his daughter had apparently left at the pool…To make it easy he had a pic of it and when we didn’t have it in the back office I took him to the pool where it wasn’t and then I went and checked housekeeping and it wasn’t there, either…Fortunately, since I was in the hotel it was a simple matter to finish up delivering folios.
There was actually someone in the gym when I got there at 1930…An older gentleman, probably about ten years older than me, named Sorenson, judging by the Sorenson Construction sign on his truck…He was doing a circuit of assorted exercises at high reps with low weights with little time between sets…As a result, he was leaner than I’ll ever be.
He was also monopolizing the Smith machine…(Named after Mr Smith, the inventor, it has a barbell that moves on a track for stabilization…It’s useful for a variety of exercises, like squats and bench presses…Most serious bodybuilders scoff at it, but it’s useful to ensure proper form and if you don’t have a spotter.)…He was using it for sit-ups, too, of all things because there’s something on the bottom he could hook his feet under…This could be a problem when I was ready to use it but one, I could always work in, do my set and then put it back the way he had it but as it was, he finished with it right as I was ready to get started.
I was able to debut the new barbell padded collar tonight, tho…I did three sets of squats the first set with no weight on it and then I put 25 pounds on each side for the second set and I barely got that up ten times, so I left that on for the third set, too…25 lbs is an insanely light weight that one day, hopefully, won’t even be considered as a starter weight, but it’s where I am right now, so you go from there.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0930 Sunday until 1800 Sunday…8.5 hours for the day and regular readers of this crap know 8.5 hours is a great start to the sleep week.
I’ve really been racking up the sack time lately…Now, I did cheat and take a shot of Zzzz-Sleep this morning because I’d slept until 1930 Saturday and wasn’t all that tired, but that’s what Zzzz-Sleep is for: getting to sleep in these circumstances…It did its work wonderfully and I only got up once to use the can which used to be news but now is par for the course.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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