It’s Read Free Sunday (RFS) at The Diary. Enjoy with Sparrow’s compliments.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, August 7
We were sold out with everybody in when yours truly reported for duty, which regular readers of this crap know is exactly the way ol’ Sparrow likes it because he can’t be bothered with walk-ins or late arrivals, tho yours truly never did get around to putting a Sold Out sign on the door, so he was bothered a few times tonight.
Including several times on the phone, including once by this redneck who simply refused to believe we could not accommodate him and his illegitimate kids by three mothers…And he was one of those wizards who demanded to know exactly what in theeeeee hell could possibly be going on in town that would prevent him from securing a night’s lodging and his tone indicated there would be consequences for not producing a satisfactory answer…I really wanted to smack him, but everyone settled for yours truly making reference to the detour but otherwise deferring the matter with some unenthusiastic graciousness.
Both drawers and the safe were completely out of hand…The right drawer was more than $500 over, the left drawer was over, too, and the safe had 13 rolls of quarters which makes it feel as if there’s a block of granite inside…13 rolls of quarters might seem like a lot, but people need to do laundry and what not and there will probably only be a handful of rolls left after the weekend’s over.
There was an email from Front Desk Manager Brandon asking if I’d be willing to adjust my schedule…It would really be a big pain the keister, working for twelve straight days later this month, but if they’re willing to pay the OT I’ll do it…Brandon declined to give a reason, tho it’s probably because the new guy needs the nites off…Besides, it will later result in four consecutive days off from the hotel and the VSO schedule can be adjusted so that ol’ Sparrow gets consecutive calendar days without labor for the first time since April’s road trip.
Ring the bell, dammit!!!…This utter milquetoast comes up to the front desk with a lame “hey, what’s up” and losers like this are, of course, usually ignored until they get a clue and ring the bell…As it was, tho, ol’ Sparrow was heading out to the front desk anyway and there’s no reason to be petulant and stay in the back office and make him wait…A mental note was made, however, not to like him.
I screwed up doing the actual nite audit tonite…Recall there isn’t a credit card machine at the back office computer and you need one to run the audit tho the Wizard Sparrow forgot this and started the audit in the back and didn’t realize he’d screwed up until the error message popped up.
Crap…I restarted the machine and went to see if the audit could be finished out front and it could, but it wasn’t entirely clear everything was OK so I called tech support and they did some things and said everything was completed…This took one hour.
Recall the big question when I clocked out Wednesday morning was whether or not the box of coffee packets would be replaced on my days off because while replacing them Wednesday morning would have been gratuitous, they would need replacing fairly soon.
It was not…And from whining about it, yours truly is grateful because it means the knife was able to kick off the week with some usage…It’s freshly sharpened, too, so it cut thru the cardboard flaps like, well, a freshly sharpened knife thru cardboard…The hazelnut creamer box – last in the recent creamer usage test – needed to be replaced, too, so it was a moderately busy morning for the knife.
To be honest, tho, the coffee really didn’t need to be replaced tonight, it could have been put off until tomorrow but we don’t want to violate Nite Auditing Rule #2: don’t let the rascals on day shift wonder what in the hell you’re doing all nite…It was prudent to replace it.
There was only one pack of vegetables in the back office freezer and I was still hungry so I wandered back to the restaurant to see if there might be anything to be had that wasn’t likely to be missed…Well, there was some sourdough bread and I keep a tub of margarine in the refrigerator and bread and butter isn’t too bad, but while scrounging around the restaurant’s refrigerator I found one of those single-serving deals of coleslaw…Well, this may not be exactly what you’re looking for under the circumstances, but I’ve had coleslaw in sandwiches before (mainly back east) and I wasn’t in a position to be too picky and it turned out a coleslaw sandwich wasn’t too bad.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Sunday until 2130 Sunday…12.5 splendid hours for the day and 46.5 hours for the week.
This one hell of a rest…I woke up about 1530 to use the can feeling pretty good and started making mental preparations for a walk later if further sleep wasn’t forthcoming but eff that noise, I laid back down and, just for funsies, executed a patented Sparrow Roll Over (SRO) and BOOM, the next thing anyone knows it’s 2130, with yours truly up a few minutes before the alarm.
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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