Hotels-Dot-Laura

Yeah, thus far I'm unimpressed with the Harrisonburg Hampton Inn. Aside from that whole cookie thing.

First, when I checked in last night, there seems to have been some issue with there not being some sort of "confirmation number" on file for my company's credit card. So? I'm doing the big sighs and the eye rolls of someone who has been traveling all morning and working all afternoon, and I'm in no mood to argue with the 20 year old desk clerk who didn't bother to come out of the back room to check me in until the phone at the desk starting ringing 50 times. I can't reach my travel person, I'm pissed but getting ready to pull out my personal credit card, when she says "I'll let you stay, just have them fax the confirmation in the morning." Gee, thanks for letting me stay, honey. Now show me where the fuckin' cookies are.

Anyway, I get up to my room, and it's hot and stuffy, so I immediately turn the A/C down to arctic and start looking around. I always have to investigate the cleanliness first. If I find a hair on a pillow, I'm moving to another room. This one looks ok, without benefit of a black light (although if I pulled one of those out, I suspect I'd be sleeping in my car), but then I spot something suspicious. Hanging out of the drawer of the nightstand is a washcloth. WTF? Upon further investigation, it appears that said washcloth had been used for dusting purposes, and then somehow became snagged upon the corner of the drawer, and just left there. Huh? Whatever. I threw it in the bathroom floor. I have this thing about hotel washcloths too. See, I love them. They're not to0 thick, not too thin, not too soft or too scratchy...and they're white. Perfect. I have a vast collection of them at home and feel certain I will be adding a few little gems on this trip as well.

My room is also without a mini-fridge. I thought that was pretty much standard these days? I need a mini-fridge! I'm not a coffee drinker, but I do require caffeine in the mornings. In this case, it would have been a Diet Coke. Fine, I got up early, threw on some sweats and dragged on down to the vending area on my floor. (Of course I'm at the very end of the hall....so when I'm trudging down there it looks like that scene in "The Shining" with all the doors on either side, and it seems to just keep getting longer and longer the further I walk.) I get down there, get some ice, and the fucking Coke machine doesn't work. SON OF A BITCH. I'm not going to down to the lobby, as I have just literally fallen out of bed, so right now I'm sucking down a plastic cup full of ice water, from the bottle I had stashed in my purse for exactly this kind of emergency.

So if I'm a little bitchy, that'd be why. (Ok, hehe, yeah, we'll go with that.) Plus, you know, being in a strange hotel room by myself, I didn't sleep that well. And I have no caffeine. And evidently they don't bring the cookies up to your door, either. Bitches.

Happy Tuesday, everyone!