Yes, of course, it’s Read Free Sunday.
Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, January 30
I finally confronted Assistant Front Desk Manager Q about why in the hell he puts his used Post-It Notes in the shred pile…The shred pile is reserved for stuff that has guest information on it and Q’s notes about 123 needing towels or a rollaway for 262 while critical, are hardly in need of being shredded…He could toss them in the trash can at the front desk.
Q made a not-too-bad joke about writing top-secret codes on his Post-Its but otherwise did not have a satisfactory explanation.
I had both a guest wanting to buy something from the sundry stand and a guest on the phone asking for a quote for tonight at the same time…They were a couple of hotels down, at yet another ol’ Sparrow stomping ground, Hotel A…Evidently, their room was a dump and they were calling around.
You must show some discretion here because you cannot blab a rate to someone because what if the already in-house guest in front of you is paying more???…Regular readers of this crap know this is entirely possible because rates vary and it is entirely possible that someone who had the good sense to book their stay in advance is paying more than a walk-in when ol’ Sparrow is trying to move rooms…Fortunately, you can put someone on the phone on hold.
This isn’t always the case, tho, and yours truly can remember working a chain motel on the Sin City Strip and having a lobby full of people and being obliged to quote a rate, which I ended up writing down…As it was, I rang up the sundry stand purchase and made sure he was out of the lobby before picking up the phone and talking with the lady again.
This morning’s workout – the rare Saturday morning workout – was fabulous…I had every excuse to blow it off ready, too: perceived – tho not actual – lack of sleep…Maintaining the sanctity of Fast Food Breakfast Saturday (FFBS)…The driveway probably needing to be shoveled…All were standing by ready for duty, but none were needed because all night at the hotel I could not wait to get into the gym.
The big news is I started doing hammer curls again…They’re a bicep exercise and to do them you take a dumbbell in each hand and put them at your sides, palms facing in and then you raise it enuff so the weight touches your shoulder and for heaven’s sake keep your elbows still…Hammer curls are great for building strong biceps and I did them for years and started out rather light, 20/25/30 and easily got 30 up ten times on the last set.
Mongolia Mike – the guy who got gout in Mongolia – was in the hot spring when I waded in, but I didn’t recognize him right off and if he recognized me he decided to keep quiet…His ID wasn’t revealed until a couple he knew came in and they started talking hunting and then I recognized him because who could forget that voice???…It wasn’t a completely dull conversation and later the wife half of the couple was allowed to speak and mentioned how their daughter would not eat bear meat, tho the daughter doesn’t appear to be too bright because mom said she can’t tell the difference because when she labels bear meat as elk meat she apparently gobbles it right up.
Also, a couple of women in their 70s were there enjoying a morning’s soak, one of which could not take her eyes off of ol’ Sparrow…This was gross…Blatant, too, because if it had been ol’ Sparrow scoping out a young chick like that she probably would have gotten up and left.
Back at The Shire, about 1100, I was about done farting around at my desk and was about to retire to the chair when I got a Faceplant message from a girl I used to work with at the retailer, who I always got on well with because she’s a quiet sort…She’s in another state now and our contact has been infrequent and she asked if she could ask me a question…Sure…She asks if I would buy her a pizza…Of course I can…So I call the place and while they do deliver I have to use DoorDash, so I create an account, paying for it with a prepaid debit card I had laying around that I use for some online buying and had a few bucks on it (remember this, because this is key).
So I got to thinking if she is hungry enuff to call a mere acquaintance requesting pizza what in the hell is she going to do for dinner???…(I also ask her why in the hell she’s hungry, and she said she’s staying with people who do not have food in the house and actually hadn’t “eaten much in three days”.)…So I do some searching on DoorDash and while there isn’t a grocery store in the area there is a Walgreens and they have a modest grocery selection and I ask her if she’d like me to have some groceries delivered…Of course, she would and you could hear the relief even in a written message.
This took a while…I used another card, or tried to, and wasn’t allowed to change without verifying the billing address…Fair enuff, but their system wouldn’t recognize my small town PO Box, which is not unprecedented…I called them and they emailed me some useless troubleshooting tips, so I created another account and tried to use an altogether different card with the same result and all this is taking a lot longer to do than it is taking to write about.
Then it hits me: it’s the third decade of the 21st-century, use the app, dummy…So that’s downloaded and logged into and BOOM, the transaction is completed in two minutes.
We must be careful here, tho…Once an older man starts buying things for a younger woman sometimes Things happen and ol’ Sparrow is happy being alone and is not in the mood for the hassle of Things, but for now, I’ve just bought her a pizza and some groceries.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1600 Saturday until 2130 Saturday…5.0 hours for the day and 44.5 hours for the week, a disappointing finish, frankly.
There was a reasonable expectation of getting seven or eight hours today, but after the DoorDash episode (DDE) I had my second wind and read for an hour or two.
The monthly sleep totals will move tomorrow…I don’t have them with me…Apologies are issued.
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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