The Diary of a Nobody/March 13

It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…

Saturday. March 13
There was a group of hockey parents in the lobby when I reported for duty…They’d been there for a while, too, because they’d already reached the Drunk Philosophy stage of group drinking when I got there…There were beer cans and tequila bottles on the table and none appeared particularly full and as I walked past they started praising Assistant Front Desk Manager Q as if he were part of the Christian triumvirate…Good gravy, it turned out they’d even favored Q with a shot of their tequila, which Q hadn’t downed and even invited me to sniff, something I declined without thanks. 

The big news is yours truly was obliged to use a highlighter on one of his Cash Drawer Spreadsheets (CDSS) tonight…The problem was with the safe…Actually, there were problems with the drawers, too, because neither the new guy Gene nor Q could be bothered to drop the cash they took in. 

I am still not entirely sure why the safe was $4 short because an investigation was not conducted, but I note the totals in pink highlighter on the CDSS, tho it lacked dramatic effect because it was going dry and was hardly as bold as a fresh highlighter would have been. 

People were looking for rooms all night long…This was too bad because we’d been sold out since early afternoon (and are all but sold out tomorrow)…About midnight a lady came in announcing she was checking in…I was skeptical because while we did have an arrival remaining, Q advised she had called to report she wouldn’t be in town until 0400 (she showed up at 0403)…The lady had printed out her reservation I made the universal “hand it over” motion with a hand and, as suspected, it turned out the lady’s reservation was for Saturday night…Regular readers of the crap know that sometimes this a (futile and useless) trick to scam a room for tonight, but in this case it was an honest mistake…The lady looked at the sheet as if it had COVID and said her husband was going to kill her and I said I doubted it, tho it’s still cold out and sleeping in the car would be tuff. 

A bit later a guy came by who said he had a reservation at the dump across the street but no one was there, something longtime readers of this crap may – or they may not – recall has happened once before and I was able to provide the emergency number for the dump I’d been able to rustle up from Candace (who’s now assistant GM)…He left, tho, and I don’t know how it turned out. 

The sundry stand needed a complete overhaul…Good gravy, it was as if the 6th Fleet had stopped by for a visit…I didn’t even bother with the two shelves of water, both the $1 ones and the $2.50 premium ones, neither of which are as good as the water that comes out of the tap in the rooms here…I got fresh cases of both out and stuffed both shelves so full of water it wasn’t even funny…This will make it looked fully stocked longer, mean less work for day shift and even less work for yours truly tomorrow. 

The knife got solid use tonight, too…Not only did a fresh box Choco-Tacos need opening, but a fresh box of coffee packets needed to be opened, too…When I left Wednesday it wasn’t certain that would be the case with yours truly putting it at 50/50 the box would be replaced while I was gone because it was at the point where if I changed the box there would be too many coffee packages to put in the new box and, as it was, there were seven coffee packages left when I made my own personal pot when upon reporting for duty. 

Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1400 Saturday until 1800 Saturday…4.0 hours for the day and an equally grim 45.0 hours for the week. 

I hate to think I became dependent on the cold medicine while I was at VSO training, but ol’ Sparrow suspects that might be the case…Recall I took it Wednesday night after feeling a case of the sniffles coming on, and I’ve found it good practice to follow that up with a dose the following night, so I did…But it was tuff sleeping today (and the Friday Nite Nap wasn’t a great rest, either) and here you have two choices: go back on the cold medicine and become addicted or hard charge your way thru it until you’re back sleeping normally. 

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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