Yes, today’s Diary entry is on the house. It’s Read Free Sunday, after all.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Oh, baby, sold out and busy all night, a dead sprint from clock in to clock out…As it should be, too, for the first real holiday weekend in over a year.
The big news is Assistant Front Desk Manager Q was clocking out as I got there, two hours later than originally scheduled because it was so busy and not entirely fair to Amy to leave her alone.
Amy is not entirely pleased with the tech upgrades we got earlier this week…She said that when you try to do anything in the system a window always pops up asking permission to do something or other and later, it would turn out that the system will ask you if you’ll the system to access the printer even as it prints out your requested document(s)…Both were easily dismissed, tho, by clicking a See More button and checking the Do Not Show This Again box.
Both Q and Amy were talking smack, too, regarding the May rewards club sign-up race, smack that was good-natured as it was deadly serious: both want to win it pretty bad…(Right now, Q leads by four sign-ups, 46-42.)…Amy even accused Q of taking the new guy’s signups under the guise of training, something Q didn’t really bother to deny and he had such a focused look in his eye ol’ Sparrow even declared – so as not to incur anyone’s wrath – that he wasn’t going sign anyone up for the rewards club ever again…This will be easy enuff to accomplish seeing as I haven’t signed anyone up in over two years here anyway.
At first counting, the right drawer was $22.50 short, an odd amount to be short because it means at least two and probably three denominations are off, usually a pretty good indication yours truly screwed something up…So it was hardly the Upset of the Year when it was discovered I’d entered the $1s wrong because there was a stack of 25 clipped together that I’d neglected to enter along with the other 14…Those of you keeping score at home have figured out this still left the drawer $2.50 over, but it was Amy’s drawer and she’s $2.50 over out of habit, and it was a simple matter to drop the overage for her.
At 0145 the bell rings and there’s this older lady there in her jammies asking me to ring room 111…Well, regular readers of this crap know this isn’t a request you comply with on demand, but she added she was in 109 and her daughter was in 111 but for some reason she wasn’t answering her cell, perhaps because she doesn’t want her mother bothering her…The names on the reg card matched the ones she gave me, so I rang the room…It turns out her doggie is having an emergency of some sort and she’s taking her to a vet that is on call all the time…She was starting to choke up, too, while telling this to the daughter, so the problem must be pretty bad, but I didn’t ask because I didn’t want her to start weeping.
For reasons I am not prepared to explain I was otherwise heading out to the front desk whenever I heard someone in the lobby and not was not making them ring the bell and wait until I chose to favor them with my presence…To save face in the matter, I’d usually carry a piece of scratch paper as if there were some important notation on it that required immediate front desk attention.
So when there was rustling in the lobby about 0330 I headed out and it’s a biker looking for a place to sit for a while and get warm…Sure he could, I told him and I offered him some coffee, too, from my private stash in the back room…Later, I could hear the bathroom door open and close, so he availed himself of the facilities, too, and he made it a point to ring the bell and thank me when it was time to hit the road again.
The sundry stand is in no way prepared for a holiday weekend…After stocking it this morning there were only a few of those Reese’s deals in the freezer, one pizza and less than a full box of each type of ice cream…We’re out of the $1 waters, too, and remain out of Choco-Tacos and regular Klondike bars…Come Monday it is going to be pretty slim pickings.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1230 Saturday until 2130 Sunday…9.0 hours for the day and a dismal 42.5 hours for the week, as bad a total as we’ve seen since the March 2020 Troubles.
It was tuff getting to sleep for some reason, too…Feeling exhausted, I first went down about 0930 and was still awake at 1015, so I went to the chair and resumed reading…Then in a fit of inspiration, I folded the clean clothes and washed the dishes hoping that would make me really exhausted before ultimately saying screw it and taking a shot of cold medicine, the only sleep aid that has never – and never means not once – failed.
Dinner out Wednesday and Thursday’s Legion rehearsal not only took its toll on the weekly figure, but on the monthly average as well: 47.5 hours/week for the month…This is a disappointment what with a 51-hour sleep week earlier in the month and anything close to a decent total this week would have resulted in a weekly average hovering around 50 hours, but no, we didn’t even average 48 hours a week this month.
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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