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Oct. 27th, 2008
It's Worse When You Asked For It
Oct. 27th, 2008 10:29 pmI feel like the little kid agitating to try Mom and Dad's (coffee/wine/bitter chocolate). I want to have what the grownups are having, and then I learn that it actually kinda sucks.
Well, that may be unfair. The conference hasn't actually started yet. But so far, things are off to a roaring start.
Checked into hotel, where I learned I had to schlep my shit up hill and down dale to get to the room. Well, that's okay, one of the things I liked about this place is that it's got three pools and fitness room and lord knows what. So I slog to my room (which faces a parking lot, not the gorgeously landscaped interior).
Which has stained carpet, a rusty rickety ironing board, an iron that was actually coming apart (but still turned on! Fire hazard much?), a lamp sans bulb, and a noticeably musty odor. AND THE FREE INTERNET DOES NOT WORK. (I get signal but no DHCP. Calling guest services was, of course, useless and made my eyeballs bleed with rage.)
After serially discovering these things, and not having eaten in too-long, I phoned![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sweh with minor meltdown, which he fielded with his usual capability. I got a new iron delivered, and ironed my clothes what needed them. I carried my laptop to the lobby (where it works fine), and then had a rather late dinner (mediocre at best; and a mandatory 18% gratuity? excuse me?) and a glass of wine (IT FITS IN MY PER DIEM. SHUT UP), then sat outdoors on a bench in the lovely lagoon area using internets, and then carried my laptop still connected back to my room so it did not have to faff with whatever brokenness is happening on the ghetto side of the complex. And lo! I am in bed and having internets, and I care less about the musty smell.
I need to be at the conference center by 8:30 tomorrow (8 probably better). I am not sure where to get breakfast. I was going to splurge on room service for once in my life, but I will be damned and in hell before I consent to paying $11 PLUS 21% gratuity PLUS $3 "delivery charge" (isn't that what the gratuity is for?!) for a glass of juice, a bowl of Special K, and a bran muffin. Even if Uncle Patterson is picking up the check. (And I bet the coffee would suck.) This would be a good use for a Starbucks, actually: then there would be strong coffee AND virtuous proteinful breakfast sammich. But I haven't seen one. (Also I do not have a car.)
Edit: Also, it would seem that outside-my-window is the favored motorcycle drag strip. Oh, Florida, you so wacky.
Well, that may be unfair. The conference hasn't actually started yet. But so far, things are off to a roaring start.
Checked into hotel, where I learned I had to schlep my shit up hill and down dale to get to the room. Well, that's okay, one of the things I liked about this place is that it's got three pools and fitness room and lord knows what. So I slog to my room (which faces a parking lot, not the gorgeously landscaped interior).
Which has stained carpet, a rusty rickety ironing board, an iron that was actually coming apart (but still turned on! Fire hazard much?), a lamp sans bulb, and a noticeably musty odor. AND THE FREE INTERNET DOES NOT WORK. (I get signal but no DHCP. Calling guest services was, of course, useless and made my eyeballs bleed with rage.)
After serially discovering these things, and not having eaten in too-long, I phoned
sweh with minor meltdown, which he fielded with his usual capability. I got a new iron delivered, and ironed my clothes what needed them. I carried my laptop to the lobby (where it works fine), and then had a rather late dinner (mediocre at best; and a mandatory 18% gratuity? excuse me?) and a glass of wine (IT FITS IN MY PER DIEM. SHUT UP), then sat outdoors on a bench in the lovely lagoon area using internets, and then carried my laptop still connected back to my room so it did not have to faff with whatever brokenness is happening on the ghetto side of the complex. And lo! I am in bed and having internets, and I care less about the musty smell.I need to be at the conference center by 8:30 tomorrow (8 probably better). I am not sure where to get breakfast. I was going to splurge on room service for once in my life, but I will be damned and in hell before I consent to paying $11 PLUS 21% gratuity PLUS $3 "delivery charge" (isn't that what the gratuity is for?!) for a glass of juice, a bowl of Special K, and a bran muffin. Even if Uncle Patterson is picking up the check. (And I bet the coffee would suck.) This would be a good use for a Starbucks, actually: then there would be strong coffee AND virtuous proteinful breakfast sammich. But I haven't seen one. (Also I do not have a car.)
Edit: Also, it would seem that outside-my-window is the favored motorcycle drag strip. Oh, Florida, you so wacky.