Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, October 17
Here are the current Reward Club membership signup standings for October:
Assistant Front Desk Manager Q: 47
Front Desk Manager Brandon: 15
Amy: 13
Q was talking smack tonight, too, announcing, with some scorn for the others, that he had seven more signups tonight – a good total – and was taking no prisoners the rest of the month…It was pretty funny because as noted Q has some actor in him and he called Amy an unflattering name before announcing Amy was his which he meant in a Reward Club signup context because on casual observance it is beyond comprehension he was referring to Amy in that way.
Not only are we still sold out but we are overbooked for Saturday night with 120 rooms reserved, a problem when your hotel only offers 117 rooms…Some research showed one of them is held by the hotel a common tactic…It’s done to prevent overbookings and Q gave the impression he knew why our room inventory was so whack but the reason would have been complicated and the explanation long and over my head besides. It caused problems again tonight when 156 came by around 0600 holding the folio I’d slid under his door earlier.
He was a working man, dispatched here for something or other by an electrical company, tho not the local co-op that provides electricity to The Shire…He said he could have sworn he’d been booked for five nights instead of four so I looked into it and told him the original reservation had been made for four nights and he shrugged and used the name of the second form of the Christian triumvirate in a manner inconsistent with praise…His company used a travel agency to make their travel reservations, so someone there screwed up and now he had no place to stay tonight…I did put him on the waitlist, tho being overbooked by two rooms probably means he won’t get one.
Friends, here’s a Sparrow ProTip for you: always confirm your stay at check-in!!!…I cannot make that any plainer…Your front desk clerk should do it – ol’ Sparrow does it out of sheer habit borne out of many years of knocking around front desks – but if they don’t you do it…It probably wouldn’t have helped 156 because we’ve been fully booked for tonight for a while, but it would have given him a head start on finding someplace else.
The big news is HOT POCKETS ARE ON BACKORDER!!!…I am not making that up…We’ve actually been out of this sundry stand staple (SSS) for a few nights – both pepperoni and ham and cheese – and I ‘d written “Hot Pockets” on the back office whiteboard and tonight there was a note announced its status…This will be devastating to those who sneak out for a midnight toke and snackie-poo, but what are you going to do???
My new pocket knife got only token usage this morning: I was restocking the sundry stand and a package of water needed a slit because heaven forbid yours truly have to expend too much effort removing water bottles…You have to be careful about accidentally cutting open a water bottle, which yours truly did, and the evolution, lasting only a few seconds, went flawlessly.
37.604 MPG.
I filled up after the hotel and I knew it would be tuff because the trip odometer hadn’t even reached 400 miles yet…Now, I know we can round up to 38 and stuff – and that’s pretty close to 40 – but regular readers of this crap know we don’t do that here, and I’d hate to think they heady days – lasting most of this year – of flirting and exceeding 40 MPG are over, tho the rending of garments has been put off indefinitely.
The workout and walk were wonderful…I had excellent – tho perhaps not championship – strength and great focus and when that was done there was still enuff daylight in for a River Route walk without my pansy-wansy reflector vest…There were some deer on the road, too, heading both out and back in, tho they scooted off soon enuff after seeing me…Or maybe they were elk or antelope…I can never tell, even after living up here for nine years…They had the bushy white tails, tho.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0930 Saturday until 1530 Saturday…6-0 hours for the day and 42.5 hours for the week, the lowest total since The Troubles in March, when The Ex left.
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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