Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Sunday, January 22
Boy, a very busy shift at the resort…Leah called off and I was alone and it is not a trade secret that Sundays are the busiest morning for a lodging establishment and it was a dead sprint from 7am until about 1pm or so when it slowed down to a light jog…Tanya called off for swing shift, too, which was tuff because there were almost as many incoming guests as departing guests, and the new manager Julie said screw it and came it 3pm to help Alberto.
It was so busy I worked straight through without a lunch, we were that swamped…Karina, the new PBX operator came in at 9:30 and that really helped, but there were still guests to attend to and duties to do and I didn’t even get to eat the lunch The Wife made for me…The only reason I had anything to eat at all was because Allyson in sales took pity on me and brought me a sandwich.
There had to be at least 15 people who called asking to check out late this morning…All tried to make it sound like theirs was the first late checkout request in Lodging History and all were told no…Look, it’s not my fault you booked your flight for the middle of the night…You can’t stay still 4pm and, frankly, you should’ve had the good sense to book an extra night, then you could leave at your convenience.
My personal fave was the guy who indicated how he coulda sworn his late checkout request wouldn’t be a problem, it was only an extra couple of hours, and then snottily kept quiet, as if this would magically make me see the error of my ways.
Look, a ski resort in the winter is busy, and established check out times are there to ensure that incoming guests can get into their room before sundown…If I would’ve granted every late checkout housekeeping would’ve been paralyzed and rooms would not have been available until midnight.
I was, as usual, gracious…Everyone was issued the standard line: I’m sorry, I’m unable to offer a late checkout this morning…Sometimes, like the snot who shut up, were told it multiple times.
Back on Aisle 5 at the retailer!!!
Not the whole way, but the first two hours, blow me, don’t even start…I had reported for duty prepared to do more online training but Sir Thomas took command and nixed that immediately, saying we were, as usual, shorthanded and he directed me to Aisle 5.
It was like coming home…We weren’t too busy, so the first thing I did was fuss over the station, cleaning the conveyor belt and generally tidying up…To celebrate my triumphant return, I even had a decent Bachelor Purchase of the Night!!!…Some guy in his early 30’s came through with some ramen, some house brand macaroni and cheese, Fritos, a gallon of chocolate milk and some Spam…Well, not real Spam, the house brand processed luncheon meat product…I didn’t really approve of this…Unless I was scrounging the sofa for loose change – not completely unheard of in those epic bachelor days – I would’ve gone with the leading national brand, Spam, but payday is later this week and a buck could be a buck.
The Wife and I will get Spam from to time…Or rather I will, she doesn’t really like it…More for me, and since I can make a sandwich out of old flashlight batteries, I generally fry them up and put some cheese on them.
While on Aisle 5 I noticed there was a brand new box of plug chewing tobacco…Recall, I sold some plug a couple of weeks ago and so did someone else because we were down to one pack and some got ordered…Based on how long the four packs lasted – about five months – this new box of 15 should last a couple of years.
Regular readers of this crap may well remember the lady who appeared to have had a facelift reversed…That is the best way to describe her look…She came through again tonight and looked more curious than ever…Actually, it looked like someone had taken some paint thinner and a scrubby to her face and injected her lips with a double dose of halogen or estrogen or whatever it is they inject in lips to make them bigger.
She bought some stuff for around the house and spent $54.12.
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.