Tuesday, July 11
Here is Chris’ weekly coke order (WCO):
Coke Order
7/11/23
1 Coke
1 Sweet Tea
1 Unsweet Tea
1 Powerade – RED
1 Vitamin water – RED
1 Vitamin water – YELLOW
1 Vitamin water – White
1 Core Power – Vanilla 2 Dasani
Thanks,
Chris
Like you no doubt did, we immediately noticed the complete absence of SmartWater…We don’t know why, either, and we certainly didn’t quiz him on the matter; Chris does the ordering and if he doesn’t feel we need SmartWater, that’s it, done deal, we don’t need SmartWater.
Chris was running a bit late tonite and we were able to catch some of the brilliance that goes into the WCO when we saw him sitting on a lobby couch peering into the storage cabinets on one side of the sundry stand refrigerator, seeing what needed to be ordered…Good gravy, this was like watching Michelangelo at the Sistine Chapel: a master was doing his work, and all there is to do is stand and admire it.
The big news is Gabriela was there…I am not making that up…Now, it should be noted we weren’t altogether surprised by this because our now nightly review of the cash drop log (CDL) had shown she had been on duty at the restaurant tonite and had, in fact, dropped $6 at 2130 and it turns out she goes to the gym after her shift and just happened to stop by the front desk…She remembered my name – not always a given with anyone – and, of course, I remembered hers, calling her by her full name because one, that’s how she had introduced herself last nite, and, two, we don’t like diminutive…We had a pleasant chat and she even offered me part of her quesadilla, something the restaurant does really well, tho we declined it for reasons which will never be clear, tho that she is showing concern about ol’ Sparrow’s nutritional needs can only be interpreted as a good sign…The only fly in the ointment for this unexpected third meeting was ol’ Sparrow didn’t have his falsies in, but we didn’t smile and perhaps she didn’t notice.
We were checking in the three remaining arrivals and we were doing 119 when The System advised that 119 is dirty…Oopsies…Now, this could mean a couple of things…One, the room really was dirty, in which case we’re screwed because we’re sold out and there is no place to put them, and if you think ol’ Sparrow can clean a room you are high, legally in this state…Two, the room could be clean and someone forgot to change its status and the only thing to do is go and check it yourself and it turned out the room was shipshape, tho this was academic because the guest never arrived.
Dray the Dairy Delivery Driver (DDDD) was rather late today, about 0340, for his Tuesday morning coffee…The problem was, is, at the retailer, which is his first delivery of the day and where they are now taking their break from 0330 to 0400…So there’s no point in getting there before 0400 so there’s no point in getting up earlier…DDDD said this is making his usual Tuesday route run later than he likes and he’s moved a couple of stops to Monday, which he is not entirely thrilled with, but such are the lamentations of a working man…He also talked about sandblasting his house and how he ran out of sand and it was a pain in the arse finding some down where he lives.
The big news is we made two utility pots of coffee today…We’re in the habit of making DDDDs pot as soon as we report for duty – because who knows what time he’ll show up – but before he even arrived we’d had a couple of coffee requests and we’d hate for anyone to be greeted by an empty pot.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 3.0 hours for the day and 16.0 hours for the week, an abysmal total, the lowest Tuesday total (TT) in the memory of man.
We don’t know what the hell happened, either…I mean, the past three sleep sessions had been strong and we knew we wouldn’t get to sleep immediately, but when we finished our book around 1300 and curled up for the day BOOM, there was nothing…We do remember dreaming and waking up, but we don’t have specific times and the 3.0 hours represents an estimated accumulation (EA) of our day’s slumbers.
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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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