Sure, it’s Read Free Sunday (RFS) at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, February 3
The Assistant Front Desk Manager (AFDM) was on the phone with the AGM when we reported for duty at the hotel tonite…At issue was the fact we had 116 of 117 rooms sold with the AFDM blabbing he was constitutionally incapable of leaving without being sold out…Compounding the matter were the facts that there hadn’t been a whole lot of demand for the final room and a sellout would mean a $60 sold-out bonus for us.
So they worked something out where an account with some extra money was checked in for the nite…We discussed this extra money last week, and we still don’t understand it, but after a lengthy conversation, BOOM, we had a sold-out hotel…Good thing, too, because there continued to be zero demand for rooms and we wouldn’t have sold it.
The AFDM said that some guests brought him back some goodies after he had recommended a pretty good burger joint downtown…This happens to those bastards on swing shift all the time…Some dufusses (dufi?) sashay into the lobby feeling good and looking for a restaurant recommendation and they’re so full of good cheers they ask what you want.
Well, the AFDM, no fool and with an ever-expanding waistline, said he would not violently object to a side of their Loaded Tater Tots…Proof that the AFDM will whine about absolutely anything can be found in the fact he was whining about not having had the time to properly enjoy them and was obliged to take half the order home…This meant coagulated cheese and cold jalapenos, not to mention other culinary horrors, but the AFDM manned up and took them home, declining my offer to relieve him of his burden…He did have a funny line, tho, noting the stuffed tots were “great after a stop at the dispensary”.
The new gal did the nite audit by herself while I was gone and there weren’t any problems…Well, the sundry stand had been neglected and needed almost a complete restocking, but there were only two minor admin things that we noted, nothing worth whining about – even by my standards – and probably a lot fewer discrepancies than there were when we started here a few years ago.
The first was the naming of the Forecast Report for April…Usually, it would’ve been labeled “Forecast Apr 2024” but it had been inadvertently labeled “Forecast apr 2024”…Paced by The Controller (TC), we are sticklers for file names here but here’s the rub: The System won’t let you rename the file…So, rather than spend the rest of the month looking at – and being peeved by – the lowercase “apr”, we deleted that report and went thru the hassle of writing the entire new file name: “Forecast Apr 2024”, something that took all of two or three seconds.
The other fly in the ointment was that a couple of sundry stand sales had been posted in the account for free drinks at the restaurant…We have some zero clue how this happened – and it didn’t even have to’ve been done by the new gal, either, tho she is the lead suspect – and it is likely always to remain a Mystery of the Front Desk…Thing is, we had no idea where to transfer it to, so we moved it to the Sundry Stand account, where comps are entered.
The big news is Dray the Dairy Delivery Driver (D4) made an appearance this morning…I am not making that up…It was about 0630 or so and his truck broke down and he had to stay the nite…Needless to say, Morning Coffee Service (MCS) was up and he advised he still had a few deliveries this morning before he could head home…We offered sympathy because the weather blew and it was a lousy day to be working a route.
We had a stake ready to drive into his heart, too: we noted that even tho we now got off at 0800 and there would probably be some snow to move at The Shire, we would be in bed, easily, by 1000, while he was still schlepping dairy products, a line which made D4 laff.
As it was, tho, we were off by a half-hour…The drive home was slow and not only was there snow to move, it was a heavy, wet snow – not the Champagne Powder they advertise – and the berm was a pain in the keester to move, even for The Chariot…Mind you, The Chariot did save a ton of work…Had we had the old snowblower, no small amount of snow would’ve had to’ve been shoveled by ol’ Sparrow and it would’ve been hard and probably would’ve taken an hour-and-a-half…As it was, the snow was so tuff it took The Chariot 30 minutes, about twice as long as it normally would have…The work was hard enuff that we were obliged to wash both the watch cap and the winter coat because both were sweat-soaked.
The big news is our lottery investment has paid off…Not PAID OFF PAID OFF with the grand prize, but we did win $20, which is better than a kick in the face…This will mean at least ten more investments and offhand, we’re thinking of sticking with the lucky numbers because Lord knows they remain due to hit…We tend to alternate between the lucky numbers and quick picks, but changing that up could be just what the doctor ordered.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1430 to 2030…6.0 hours for the day and 50.5 hours for the week.
Hardly for the first time, moving snow before beddy-by caused us to get a second wind and we were asleep later than normal…Not only that, we slept thru workout…Still tho, it was another of our patented 50-hour sleep weeks, and you can’t argue with that…God bless all of you.
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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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