my thanksgiving, hotel edition
So I’m here in this kind of shitty hotel down in the lobby so they can clean my room. Normally I wouldn’t really care if they cleaned my room but the rest of the hotel is so kind of C+ that I want my damn room cleaned. Unfortunately they have nothing to eat here except junk and the coffee isn’t too great either. And the only place to sit that has tables is outside the smoking room. I guess it’s too cold outside to just send everyone out there so there’s an entire room devoted to …smoking. Well okay then. Actually they call it the “casino” but who are they kidding. Nobody’s going in there to gamble.
When I first checked in, I walked into the room and there were no sheets or blankets on the beds. I mean, none. I thought maybe this was the latest thing in hotel technology for a second but then decided that someone fucked up. So I called downstairs and said, “There are no sheets or blankets on the beds.”
“Oh … do you want some?”
NO I want to experience what it’s like in a Chinese prison for only $85/night. Sure, I’d love to have no sheets. Take the beds away too and give me some maggot-infested food while we’re getting down and real with it.
So instead of dressing the bed, they moved me to a different room. In which the lights didn’t work at the entry. I had to go back down to the lobby anyway so told the desk and they sent up the maintenance guy who then told me the cover was off the light too. He had to go find one.
And the shower doesn’t drain very well and the water is soft and it’s given me a bad hair day. That is all I need today of all days, bad fucking hair. I shouldn’t have washed it. I can go days without and it doesn’t get gross. Too late now.
Yes I *do* take showers, I just don’t wash my hair. I know that’s what you were thinking. Don’t deny it.
That’s all I got for now. Have to find a store of some kind where they’re not all crazy over idiotic Black Friday sales. I forgot stuff that I need and I’m starving.