It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Tuesday, May 11
Here’s the current reward club sign up leaderboard for May:
Amy: 21
Assistant Front Desk Manager Q: 11
Everyone Else: 7
Q, of course, missed the first couple days of the month because he was on vacation but Amy is still heralding this as a complete triumph and even a modest repudiation of Q’s leadership as assistant front desk manager…And she has a modest point, too, because recall Amy works graveyard the two nights a week I’m off and there seldom any sign-up opportunities on graveyard…Or if there are I’m not recognizing them because I’ve had zero sign-ups in two-plus years here.
It was a pleasantly slow tonight…Yours truly was back from walking the hotel by 0030 and it only took that long because I enjoyed Spinach a la Sparrow a bit before midnight.
Ol’ Sparrow’s got to be honest, he used to hate spinach, but Spinach a la Sparrow has become an instant classic…Recall yours truly has been eating it recently, adding some butter, blue cheese and bacon bits to a sack of frozen spinach…At first, I wasn’t sure about that cooked bacon from the store, but it comes out to about a dollar a serving which isn’t too bad, and it tastes OK, too, but it’s my palate for Pete’s sake, and not being served at the Polo Lounge…Forking over for some quality blue cheese was a good call, too and Spinach a la Sparrow is now much looked forward to every nite.
Utter catastrophe was averted this morning while restocking the water in sundry stand refrigerator…There was a fresh case of that fancy-pants $2.50/bottle fancy water to open and it’s got that infernal shrink wrap around it and ol’ Sparrow is in the habit of using the knife for this evolution…Of course, you must take care not to slash open a water bottle and that wasn’t a problem until this morning.
I don’t know if I’m becoming disabled or if yours truly wasn’t paying proper attention but a bottle was slashed today…Well, not really slashed, more like a slit, but no matter, it wasn’t salable and had to be tossed…My hands aren’t shaking nor is my mind wandering, too much, so I suspect some extra attention next time will avoid future slashings.
(By the by, inventory control isn’t the highest priority at the sundry stand…I merely emptied the bottle in the back office sink and tossed the bottle and didn’t make not of it anywhere.)
The Tuesday weight session was chucked today, more because of ol’ Sparrow not wanting the stimulants associated with taking the pre-workout supplement than anything…There was a soak, tho and like you might be yours truly is somewhat wondering what’s up with the Sunday Yapper…He wasn’t there Sunday when I lifted and walked but forgot my swimsuit, tho there was a glimpse of him last week…He still had all his hair, so maybe he’s blowing off his chemo, but who knows…Either way, he wasn’t there today, and ol’ Sparrow got a nice long session in his fave pool.
No news on The Shire refinancing…Which is good…The last paperwork required, so far, was the mortgage statement for the payment due June 1 and that was uploaded and sent Monday…The lady did email me and ask if the appraiser’s been by or if I’d heard from him and yours truly was obliged to say no, so perhaps that’s the only hold up.
I recall during last year’s refinancing the appraiser called and made arrangements for a time yours truly was going to be asleep, and some of the interior pics of the cabin were of yours truly getting some shuteye.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1330 Tuesday until 2130 Tuesday, 8.0 hours for the day and 20.0 hours for the week, a below-average figure but still not too bad.
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