Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Monday, September 24
My sleep management plan failed miserably…Recall I did not have a graveyard shift at the hotel Sunday night, rather the morning shift Monday at 0700, so I set the alarm and only slept a few hours Sunday morning/afternoon so I could be nice and tired and sleep Sunday night when I got home from the retailer.
A for effort, F for execution as there wasn’t any sleep to be had Sunday night…Not really a bulletin, of course, what with me being accustomed to being up Sunday nights, but I was obliged to head into work Monday morning without so much as even a nappy-poo…Long-time readers of this crap know this really isn’t that big a deal, either, because I’m accustomed to being up for long stretches, and I headed in to work in good spirits.
Had the road crew for breakfast…In fact, two or three guys were there in the lobby waiting and enjoying morning coffee when I got there…Setting up is pretty easy…It’s not as if anything is freshly made…I did microwave some scrambled eggs and sausage and set out the muffins and pastries, which are kept in deep freeze until needed, tho I did take care to make sure everything looks nice so you have an appealing place to enjoy your morning meal…There’s about a dozen or so of the road crew staying with us and we’re a pretty convenient place to stay because they’re striping the highway right outside our driveway…It’s so convenient they were able to come in for their break, too, which really isn’t in the spirit of the complimentary breakfast, but is hardly a glaring violation, either.
The new food prep area is complete, too…It used to be the second bedroom in the manager’s apartment and Puja’s boyfriend Dustin finished getting it ready, including putting one of those three-sectioned sinks designed for proper cleaning and sanitation of dishes.
Don’t tell the Health Department, but I don’t use those…The problem is Dustin was unable to hook up plumbing so they’d drain someplace other than the floor…He told me why, and it seemed pretty logical to my non-plumbing mind, but I forgot what the reasons were. To solve this problem he put buckets underneath all three drains but it would be just my luck to forget about them and overflow everything so I did the dishes in the laundry room where there’s a big utility sink and the water pressure is nice and high and there’s a big table so everything can dry.
After breakfast was done, the trash thrown out and the lobby and dishes cleaned up everything came to a halt and it was almost as slow as graveyard…I did book some rooms, tho, but that was about it…Daniella from housekeeping took care of sweeping and mopping the floor in the lobby and I did meet Tammie, who does maintenance for the first time, but Puja and Dustin were out enjoying some very rare time away from the hotel and it was a very leisurely shift.
Had a funny incident at the retailer on Sunday night that I forgot to tell you about…(I write down notes on the back of receipt paper and stick them in my wallet, so classic moments like this aren’t forgotten, but I forgot to take this slip out.)…I was working my treasured Aisle 5 – the only place in the store where you can buy smokes and chew – when this guy comes up requesting Swisher Sweets, the five pack…I am in the habit of repeating a request back to the customer but the falsies, of course, have had me learning to talk again and Ss are still problematic so needless to say there was no way I could say Swisher Sweets without requiring everyone in the tri-county area to towel off…I tried a couple of times, failed, told the customer why and then asked if he really wouldn’t prefer some Marlboroughs, which is a first-class line if you ask me and got the laffs it deserved…It might even be a Line of the Year candidate.
The Grand, the really fancy hotel on the mountain whose front desk supervisor position I applied for emailed me requesting an interview…I called and set one up for 1500 Thursday.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: Tragically, and as noted above, there was no sleep to report Sunday night.
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