It’s Read Free Sunday at The Diary of a Nobody.
Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, September 19
The big news is the hotel finished second in amongst all others of the brand in online Overall Experience rankings…I am not making that up…Over 94% of online reviews gave us good marks, a smidgen behind some hole in North Carolina…That’s pretty good, frankly…I don’t know how many actual hotels of ours there are in the country, but there’s quite a few, and this is no small feat…Everybody at the hotel pays attention to these, too, especially Q who weeps and rends garments whenever he reads a bad one.
Friends, you simply can’t underestimate the importance of a solid night auditor anchoring your front desk staff in these situations…Well, you can, I suppose, because it’s a team effort, of course: a friendly staff, rooms without problems, pools that are operational, a sundry stand with Hot Pockets…Without any one of these, the whole operation crumbles.
We’ve been sold out for four or five straight nights and – like you probably would have been – yours truly got curious about how this compared to last year because sellouts are rare after Labor Day and it was not a bulletin to find business was up…Not as much as I thought, but still up: 22 rooms more than September last year but the big news comes from the bottom line, where revenue’s up over $40K, which means each of the 22 extra rooms made us roughly $1,900 and you don’t have to be Mr Finance to know that’s not too bad.
Actually, the really big news is – oh baby – ol’ Sparrow was able to use one of his fave lines tonight…It was about 0530 or so and I’d had the nerve to keep pretty younger woman whose with the Forest Service (you’d be surprised how many pretty young women fight fires for the Forest Service) waiting…I was actually in the room where we keep the breakfast stuff and missed her ringing the bell, but I was there shortly thereafter, carrying some stuff.
– Ma’am, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.
– That’s OK. You’re probably busy…
– Nonsense, I’m here to serve you. Please, tell me how I can best do that.
I would have said “pray tell me how I can best do that” but we weren’t in Britain…She smiled and you could tell she really liked The Line because everyone enjoys being extended courtesy especially when it’s done by someone who knows how to do it, like ol’ Sparrow…She should smile because it’s a hell of a line that would have been equally at home in any 5-star establishment…As it was, she merely wanted to extend her stay an extra night.
I bought a reflective vest after waking up (see Sleep Log below)…Recall, I’ve been looking for one so I can be visible when walking at night now and I was hoping to find one in town but I can pick this up at the chain hardware store in our small town Thursday, which is the soonest I would have been able to get to the next county and buy one anyway, so I rolled with that.
There were a few options and you get what you pay for so, typically, yours truly disdained the cheapest ($9) and the most expensive ($30 or so) and went with the $18 one…The reflective stripes are more prominent – key when you want to be seen at night – and it appeared to be better made.
Mixed results in the gym tonight…Yay because max weights were moved on the z-bar bicep curl (always good for morale), the cable tricep pulldown and leg extensions…Boo because I only got max weight on the cable shoulder press up six times – the bare minimum for an official set – and yours truly was so weak on the bench press the middle set was barely moved ten times…Crap…Oh well, what are you going to do???…You present yourself at the gym and see what you got…And, of course, the only bad workout is the one you don’t do.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Saturday until 1730 Saturday…8.5 hours for the day and a sturdy 48.0 hours for the week.
I’m wondering what the deal will be for the Sunday Sleep Session (SSS) and I know you are, too…Recently it’s been this and that: sometimes sleep comes in the morning, sometimes we’re obliged to wait until the afternoon.
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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