It’s Read Free Sunday (RFS) at The Diary. Enjoy.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, May 27
Recall last week Assistant Front Desk Manager Q anticipated tonite was going to be a monster, with him scheduled to work the last half by himself, but his fear turned out to be unfounded…The parking lot was not particularly full and Q did not appear to be particularly flustered at the front desk and it would turn out the hotel was only two-thirds full…The monster nite is going to be tonite, with 68 arrivals…Q’s scheduled again, until 2100, with Chris going the distance until 2300.
Some wizard in the restaurant named Monique has taken to – for reasons which were certain she thinks are really awesome – stapling her credit card receipts to her master tape (which details all her transactions)…This is a pain the arse and regular readers of this crap will not find it the Upset of the Year to find out that we have difficulty removing the staple without damaging the receipts and currently I hate Monique because of this, tho to my knowledge we’ve never met…She could be nice; we simply don’t know…Now, it is important to note this is different from their habit of stapling receipts to the coupons guests use…We don’t bother to remove these, so they don’t cause us headaches…Stapling your master tape to the credit card receipts, tho, is utter madness…She is the only one who does this and the hope is she’ll get tired of it.
We had one hell of a workout today…Forget a +1 workout, we were strong enuff so that we’re going to call it as good a workout – on a pound-for-pound basis – as we’ve had…(We’re actually moving less weight than we did in our prime.)…The inspiration came from the recent chest work we’ve been doing…The standard, of course, is ten reps being failure on the final set, but for the last few workouts, we’ve only been able to move 180 eight times on the last set…All right, that’s no big deal because regular readers of this crap know our working theory is that eight reps is something to build on…Thing is, tho, we’ve noticed some enhanced definition on our torso and thought what the hell – pretty much the Sparrow Life Motto (SLM) – let’s try eight reps to failure for everything today.
It was wonderful…Shoulder side lateral raises were 30, hammer curls were 35, just for funsies we added five pounds to the bench and moved 185 eight times, and tricep cable pull downs and leg work were stronger, too, tho we don’t recall the specific numbers…The only fly in the ointment was we were late getting in (see Sleep Log below) and there wasn’t time for cardio…Too bad, because we were really feeling frisky and wouldn’t have minded uping our usual session there, too.
We had the gym to ourselves, but about 20 minutes in a dude backs into a space but he never comes in…He was in a work truck heralding a local construction company and he had a laptop pulled out and was also working his phone, so plainly he was pirating the center’s free WiFi…We walked past him as we were heading out and it was plain that was why he was there because he hardly had a physique you associate with the gym.
In news from The Shire, we are wondering what the deal is with the robins…Recall they were in residence in their nest on the electric meter next to the kitchen door when we got back from vacation, and that usually indicates a stay of at least a month, but lately we haven’t seen either mom or dad around the nest…Usually mom’s head can be seen poking out as she sits on her eggs but not recently…And it doesn’t appear the babies have hatched because you don’t see the corresponding beaks sticking out looking for food…We hope nothing’s happened to them, tho it will be nice to be able to use the kitchen door again.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Sunday until 1800 Sunday…9.0 hours for the day and 54.3 hours for the week, both figures to make you smile.
Now, it should be noted that we actually woke up at 1900, but it took us an hour to fall back asleep after our Early Afternoon Constitutional (EAC), so we adjusted the hours accordingly.
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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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