The Diary of a Nobody/September 8

Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…

Sunday, September 8
Thanks mainly to an early Labor Day weekend, we made our nut for the month today, with Revenue per Available Room (Total Room Revenue /Total Number of Rooms Available) for September already at $26.33, well over the required $22 or so.

A bit after midnight one Mr C came by saying he had a reservation…..As sometimes in this life, this was neither entirely true nor entirely false…He had one, but it was for arrival later today, not tonight…I know this because I had taken his reservation, made by his boss…He’s a delivery guy for a snack company that cannot find a driver up here…I told his boss we were sold out for Saturday night, so she made the reservation for arrival Sunday afternoon…Evidently Mr C didn’t get the message…I explained to him what the deal was and that I had personally taken the reservation myself and he nodded, cursed his boss under his breath, and said he’d go and try the next county, which is about an hour from the hotel…I took his phone number and told him we’d call him if his room was ready early, though with a full house and a ton of checkouts and it probably won’t be. 

About 0400 the cook for the restaurant comes in…His usual time is 0530 or so, but we’ve had groups in house this weekend that pay for a breakfast buffet, so he comes in early to get started…Before I left Saturday morning a lady with one of the groups came to say the meal was really good, easily the best they’ve had on their tour…Compliments like this are rare because while everything is freshly made – not the microwaved crap I used to put out at Hotels A and B – and gussied up with fancy names and whatnot, it’s really just scrambled eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and whatever hot and dry cereals they have laying around the kitchen…It’s pretty standard and not anything to get too worked up over.

I passed the compliment along to the cook, whose name I don’t know, despite the fact I’ve seen him three times a week for the past seven months…Plainly, he was not accustomed to receiving a compliment, because he scowled and shook his head dismissively as if I’d said someone said his food tasted like roadkill. 

About 0630 a lady comes up to the front desk, looks around, lowers her voice and asks if we happen to have “girl things” here at the front desk…Of course we do, and they are complimentary amenities, too, just like toothbrushes and shampoo…We don’t make you buy them at the sundry stand proof, I think, that the amenity drawer in the back office was stocked by a woman because Lord knows a guy never would think of something like that. 

Anyway, I go in the back and bring out the entire box because, you know, yours truly has some zero clue how many girl things are required for each, uh, episode and, because the lobby was busy, I showed her the box as if I were showing her stolen gems in a parking lot…She sighs with relief, reaches out and grabs the box out of my hand and runs off with it…I am not making that up…I told Tammy about this and maybe she’ll return them, tho a mostly full box of girl things might just find its way into her luggage. 

I could not get to sleep this morning…I was tired and rolled over and turned the light off after only a couple of pages of reading but after that, nothing…About 1100 or so I took some Zzzz-Sleep and set the alarm for 1830 because, of course, I have Sunday Spaghetti Nite (SSN) obligations…The alarm woke me from a deep slumber…Recall we have blackout curtains over the windows, so it’s dark in the room and I’m wondering why the alarm went off and exactly what day it happens to be…It takes a couple of minutes for the fog to lift and a little bit longer to realize it’s Sunday night. 

The big news is I switched the Italian sausage mixture used for my famous spaghetti sauce chunks…Usually, I get hot and mild and mix them up, but this morning after work I got hot and sweet, don’t ask me why, I’m a maniac and there was no one there to stop me. 

I woke up to a pretty good storm…There was a time earlier this summer when I would have been glad for the rain, but it’s after Labor Day now and both The Wife and I have lost interest in the yard for the year…The wind, tho, was strong enough to ensure there will be enough branches and leaves on the lawn to make cleaning it up a pain in the neck. 

Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1200 Sunday until 1830 Sunday…I am not entirely sure when I fell asleep, but noon is close enough…I was hoping to get to sleep around the usual 0900 or so, that way I’d wake up early enough to get a workout in, but no such luck. 

6.5 hours for the day and the week. 

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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