Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, October 10
I don’t know if this is good or bad, but one result of no longer serving our freebie breakfast – besides ol’ Sparrow not having to set it up anymore – is there are packages of muffins and cartons of milk everywhere…Yogurt, too…We had just had a load-in of breakfast stuff a couple of days before the restaurant opened and could probably have gone another few days without running out.
You’re still busy during the last half-hour or so of the shift tho, and still with breakfast stuff because the restaurant is open and you still have to issue the slips for the deal we are offering: half off, per room, up to $10, so if you eat more than $20, not particularly difficult to do for two people or one growing boy, you only get $10 off…You just can’t leave a stack of them on the front desk counter, either, you have to write the guest’s name and room number on them, as well as the date.
There were two piles of slips on the front desk, one that had been trimmed at the bottom and one that hadn’t been trimmed and there instructions to trim the untrimmed ones but the trimmed ones were completely whack: the spaces to write dates and names and room numbers were so small it was impossible to write these things legibly, so ol Sparrow used the untrimmed slips, utterly without authorization, one of those tuff calls you have to make when working alone.
263 called twice…The first time was right after I got there, reporting a clogged tub and wondering if there was anything I could do about it…Well, honestly, no…I could bring up a plunger but that’s about it, frankly, and odds are I wouldn’t get it unclogged anyway…I advised the kid that maintenance was out anyway but would be back in the morning and they said that would work, they probably wouldn’t have andy zero-dark-thirty bathing needs to attend to…I asked what time would be good to come by and fix it and they said none or nine-thirty, they were still up and wouldn’t be calling it a nite just yet.
Later, around 0415 or so, they called and asked for an 1100 wake-up call, which is check-out time, of course, but I didn’t advise them of this, they can work this out on their own.
The hazelnut and French vanilla creamers have changed sides again…It’s still half-and-half up front for three rows and the other two file back from there but someone – there are no suspects – decided to do some remodeling and the blue French vanilla creamers are now on the left, the brown hazelnut creamers on the left…I have some zero clue why anybody is doing this and even less interest in finding out, so there won’t be an investigation.
Yours truly called in sick for both weight lifting and the walk today…Some will forge thru a cold and whatnot on the grounds that anything healthy is beneficial but I don’t think that’s particularly safe: your body has better things to do than repair muscles that have been worked and ward off further stuff by walking in the cold…I did have some of that gypsy cold tea and some chicken soup, which seemed to help.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0830 Saturday until 1930 Saturday…Now, note this: usually this would be 11.0 hours but not today, tho, they are merely the raw figures, to go-to-sleep and get-up times…I wasn’t actually asleep the whole time.
Around 1330 I woke up still sickies…The sore throat is gone but now appearing is a bunch of snot in my nose and some occasional coughing…I thought I was up for good, but I executed a couple of rollovers and got some sleep because I can remember dreaming and the last couple-three hours were pretty good so we are going to call in 9.0 hours for the day 48.5 hours for the week, a fine figure to close the sleep week out with.
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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