It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…1
Sunday, May 30
Boy, the race for May reward club sign-up champion between Amy and Assistant Front Desk Manager Q is neck and neck and almost has a baseball pennant race feel to it heading the final, holiday, weekend…Amy updated the leaderboard tonight before she left and the race is still a dead heat: 55-55 after being 46-46 last night, meaning both raked in the sign-ups tonight.
There were no shortage of opportunities, either…We had 55 departures and an almost equal number of arrivals and I know from making up the registration cards that no more than half were current members, so there would be no shortage of signup opportunities.
Per policy, too, Amy is accusing Q of cheating, abusing his position as assistant front desk manager to sit behind the front desk all night, leaving Amy to go mobile and deliver things and attend to the other duties that make up a front desk clerk’s shift.
It’s nights like tonight that really make you appreciate not having to slide folios under the doors of the rooms of departing guests…As noted, there were 55 departures and over three-quarters of them required folios, or would have had ol’ Sparrow still been required to deliver them…This no small amount of time, at least 45 minutes when you count printing the folios, stuffing them into their envelopes and sliding them under doors…Now billing a room takes only a few seconds: you click Enter to open the highlighted room’s account and then hit Control Y followed by P and C to bill the credit card on file and close the page…You then highlight the next departure and repeat the process…It’s a wonderful time-saver.
In a rather uncommon burst of energy ol’ Sparrow ended up at the gym this morning instead of sticking to the original plan of returning immediately to The Shire to dive in on some reading…This was the plan because I’m working this holiday weekend, as I have most holiday weekends during my working life, and wanted to get as much leisure time as possible.
But I was heading into town from the hotel yours truly was feeling pretty good…Recall there’d been some good yesterday and there was no reason to waste this energy lying in a chair reading…So weights were moved and the walk was gotten in and the soak was earned.
The big news – and it’s pretty big – is that the Sunday Yapper was there and didn’t yap!!!…I am not making this up…I started out in my fave hot spring in the corner and about 15 minutes in the Sunday Yapper is spotted walking to his usual spot at the heart spring which, by chance, is empty.
Well, hell…Perversely, ol’ Sparrow is of a mind to hear the latest, so I make my way over…The Sunday Yapper, tho, is not speaking today…He gets the paper out of his bag and starts reading it and pretty thoroughly, too…It’s as if ol’ Sparrow isn’t even there…I don’t know if his chemo is getting to him (he still has all his hair) or if he recognized me as a non-yapper or what, but plainly he’d rather keep his own counsel today.
And he stayed the course when a certified fellow yapper showed up…He’s an older guy who’s also a Sunday morning regular and the only time the Sunday Yapper talked was when the guy asked him a question and even then he wasn’t very chatty…The Sunday Yapper’s name turns out to be Matt and he said his tumors are getting smaller and he’s losing weight which is a crock because the Sunday Yapper is only losing weight if the scale is located in zero gravity…That was about it, tho…There was no small talk, no mindless blather, no chemo updates…He wasn’t completely antisocial because he did make a phone call that apparently wasn’t answered, and after 20 minutes or so he retrieved some goggles out of his bag and headed over to the lap pool which is funny because with his physique you’d think there would be buoyancy issues while swimming laps.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1330 Sunday until 2130 Sunday…8.0 hours for the week, about as good a start to the sleep week as you can get.
Regular readers of this crap know we’re usually good for six hours on Sunday, but about noon I’m reading and still feeling pretty frisky when it’s decided to field test that SomSleep drink I bought a couple of weeks ago…It’s been used a handful of times with mixed results and today’s theory was there wasn’t anything to lose by trying it right now…At worst, we get to sleep around 1530 or so when we normally would and at best we’re in the sack a couple of hours earlier.
Which is exactly what happened…Within a half-hour or so, ol’ Sparrow is starting to yawn and a bit later he’s starting to nod off and BOOM, the next thing anybody knows he’s retired for the afternoon and is off in dreamland.
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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