Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, February 29
Had a laff early on at the hotel…This group of Aussie blokes came up to the front desk wondering if the bar was open…No, I said, shaking my head solemnly, it closed a little while ago…There was some general moaning until one guy said:
How do you live like this???
I looked at him solemnly.
This is why I work nights, Sir…The bar is open when I get off work.
The lobby was occupied until 0230 or so…After the bar closed this group came out of the bar and commandeered two tables in the lobby, pushing them into each other and putting a small tub of brewskies they’d purchased at the bar on top…At about midnight they started making toasts to each other and I thought they might be planning to shut it down and while there was some attrition from the group, the rest merely went outside for a smoke break.
As noted here before, the concern is that nobody ralphs…I can clean up the beer bottles and whatnot but boy, puke is tuff…As it was, they would put the empties in the tub and bring the tub to the front desk, and they eventually called it a night about 0230 when the leader of the group, content to blab until he lost his audience, had no one else to talk to.
That many people drinking that much beer produces the usual drunk odor you get, so I not only straightened up the lobby, I got some the hard-core, professional-grade deodorizer, the kind that could make a Grateful Dead concert smell springtime fresh in no time, from Housekeeping and soon enuff had the lobby smell great.
Another drunk came by and announced he wanted to use the hot tub…I issued apologies and said they had already closed and he asked for the usual deferment people in this situation invariably ask for and I gave the usual answer: NO!!!…I deny this as a matter of course, but as a practical matter, we don’t need a drunk, or anyone for that matter, falling asleep in there or slipping and falling and banging their head and drowning…The blood cleanup would be enormous, not to mention the paperwork.
Someone switched the position of two of the creamers in the morning coffee service rack…I am not making that up tho, like you, I remain baffled at who would put forth the effort into doing this…Usually, the half & half is laid in two high in three rows running parallel to the front of the rack and the hazelnut and French vanilla are set out perpendicular to those, each two high, with two rows of hazelnut on the left and three rows of French vanilla on the right.
Today they were switched up: French vanilla on the left and hazelnut on the right…Someone had nothing better to do???…I don’t understand this at all and I stared at the creamer display crossly with my hands on my hips for a full thirty seconds, most of it spent deciding if I actually saw it correctly.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1600 Saturday until 2030 Saturday…A measly 4.5 hours for the day, though the weekly total of 47.5 hours really good…This was another one of those days where I could not get to sleep and I suspect I may be sleeping too much Friday’s, but who knows???
The weekly average for the month is a fine 48.1 hours…God bless all of you.
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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