Gah!

Ok, so I’m out of town for my job. Last night, I had to stay at a different hotel because the one I normally stay at was booked. First, you need to know it is FREEZING cold where I am. I think it might have been 20 below yesterday and that isn’t even exaggerating. Brrrrrrr! Anyway, I get to my room and the first thing I notice is it is sweltering in there. An odd thing to notice, since just seconds before, I didn’t think I’d ever feel warm again. But, I was soooo wrong! It felt like freaking Hades. And, if I wasn’t careful, my skin just might melt off.

But, wait! That isn’t even the worst part. Oh, no, my friends. Not by a long shot. You see, the hell unit producing this inferno kept cycling on and off EVERY FREAKING 8 MINUTES OR SO!!!!!!! And it was loud, people. Very, very loud. I tried adjusting the temperature and changing it from the auto setting. Nothing worked. So, in desperation, I turned the thing off. An hour later, it was chilly. An other hour and it was down right nippy. I contemplated grabbing the blankets from the other bed, but I had this vision of me, all blue, buried under a huge pile of bedding. So, I did the only thing I could do. I turned the hell unit back on.

Ten minutes later, I was in a sauna again. And, of course, the thing started to cycle on and off. Again. I blocked it out of my head and went to bed. But, it never got better, only hotter. Sigh
Then, today, I checked out and was able to book at my regular hotel. Again, it is FREEZING out. Painfully cold. I wanted to cry just getting from my car to the lobby with all my bags, but I was afraid my tears would freeze to my face. So, I check in and they give me my warm complimentary cookie (I did say I like this hotel, right?).

So, off I go, luggage, both laptops, keys, hotel paperwork, and my warm, chocolate chip cookie in hand. My paperwork says room 508 so I trudge to the elevator, maneuver my way in then out and locate room 508. But, my key doesn’t work. I try many times. Nothing. I reread the paperwork. Clearly written on the top, it says room 508. I try the key again. Nothing. I look at the paperwork again. I so don’t want to have to take all my shtuff back down to the lobby so I open the paperwork again and notice the inside says room 520. Ok, I can handle this. I take my luggage, two laptops, keys, hotel paperwork, and my cool chocolate chip cookie and trudge to the other end of the fifth floor.

Ah ha! Room 520. I stick my key in, it turns green, I turn the handle. Nothing. Nada. Zip. I do this about 5 more times while balancing my luggage, two laptops, keys, hotel paperwork, and cold chocolate chip cookie. Finally, I set everything down and try one last time, because, people, at this point I was starting to get a little frustrated. You know? So, I put the key in, it turns green and voi la! The door opens. So I wedge it open with my luggage and bend over to pick up my two laptops, keys, hotel paperwork, and—the freaking cookie slides right out of its little bag and onto the FLOOR!!!!! I might have sworn here. I can’t remember past the loud rushing in my ears. I might have gone cross eyed too, because things got a bit blurry for a second there. But, hey, I got kids. They pick stuff up off the floor all the time and eat it. Five second rule and all. They haven’t keeled over yet. So, I grab my cold, dusty chocolate chip cookie and, damn it, I eat it! And it was GOOD!

So, that was my two days out of town. I’m glad I’m coming home tomorrow.

Anybody got any stories to share? You know I love it when you comment. *BG*

Sandy :-)

PS
Ummm, I forgot to mention I also ran out of gas on the thruway yesterday. But, that's a whole other story.