Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Tuesday, September 24
Boy, I thought I’d hit a gold mine when I walked into the back office for my shift at the hotel…One the desk near the printer was a large donut box AND one of those to-go food containers, both holding the possibility of unlimited splendors for ol’ Sparrow because it is not unprecedented for my valued co-workers to leave yummies that are no longer desired.
No such luck this time, tho…The to-go container had a sweet roll the size of a mortar shell from a place in town that a guest had bought for us and there was only half a donut I didn’t really like in the donut box…I threw all of it away, a waste of hope more than a waste of food.
Shortly after starting my duties four men dressed like shrubbery wandered into the lobby…Two of them were guests and the other needed a place to stay and after I checked them in they stayed in the lobby talking about hunting…I know squat about hunting – and couldn’t care less, either – but because ol’ Sparrow is all things to all people before you could say “antlers” the goof doing all the talking asked me if I knew of any other good spots and he seemed disappointed to find out I could contribute nothing to his conversation.
And as sometimes happens with grown men dressing like Sherwood forest, one of them had an orange cap on…I’ve never understood this…You blow good money to blend in with bushes and you blow it with an orange hat…I’ve been told this is because the animals they are hunting are color blind, but if that’s the case, why not just wear bright orange clothing, too???
Not for the first time, the MOD key is missing…Ol’ Sparrow is generally the lead suspect here because it is well known I keep it with me all night and it is hardly unprecedented for me to wander off with it, but I sign it in and out every shift and I had signed it back in last time…That little tile-thingy that’s on it that is designed to track it on your mobile phone is, also not for the first time, completely useless here…We think Brandon, now working day shifts since his promotion, has it, but no one’s entirely sure.
Had another call from Internet tech support…In one breath he ID’d himself and said they looked into our connection problem and could find nothing wrong on their end so plainly the problem was on-site and could I drop everything and help them out and if not was maintenance here yet???…This is funny, because there has been nothing written in the logbook or told to me about rooms having connection problems and, as usual, I told them I was unable to help them and no one who could would be in until after 0800 Mountain Daylight Time.
Our now usual off-season room renovations are in progress now, this time the near wing, second floor, rooms 201-225…This has necessitated a change in how yours truly delivers departing room folios because this is where I usually start…Tonite, tho, I started at 101 – same wing, first floor – and worked my around to 167 then went up to 267 and worked my way back…You can still walk down the renovated wing to get back to the lobby, but soon enuff that will be blocked off and ol’ Sparrow will be obliged to take the elevator near 227 down to the first floor.
Then about 0300 four kids who just jumped in their car and headed east wandered in, needing a place to stay and they made it plain they hardly a suite at the Waldorf, either…Well, the best I could do was $119, plus tax…The system wanted $159, but we all know there’s some fudge factor here and $119 split four ways, even amongst what appeared to be starving college students, isn’t too bad.
It was more than they wanted to spend tho…I told them, more or less truthfully, I couldn’t really go lower than that without upsetting some people (they keep a close eye on the average daily rate) and they eventually left.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0930 Tuesday until 1930 Tuesday…10.0 hours for the day which ups the weekly total considerably, to 23.5 hours, which regular readers of this crap know is way more than the Tuesday average, and only 2.5 hours off last week’s historic 54-hour-for-the-week pace.
The only problem is I slept right thru workout…I was hoping to be up by 1730 or so, which would give ol’ Sparrow time for a proper morning routine and workout, but 1930 is too late to get into the gym…You hate to miss workout, but sleep is important, too, and yours truly will gladly pay that price.
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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