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Hotel Debacle

I’ve had a few good hotel experiences.  And a few bad ones.  And one really traumatic one that sets the tone for all future hotel stays, and well, life in general.  Because of that traumatic experience I can’t…

…walk on hotel carpet without shoes on, or I cringe the entire time.  Unless the hotel is really SUPER nice, and then it’s cool.

…sleep on the bed without my own blanket/sheet covering it.  I don’t think I need to elaborate here.

And I’m sure there are other things I can’t think of at the moment.

But out of the things I cannot do, nothing pissed me off more than what happened during our current hotel stay.

We had money stolen.

I mean, come on.  Seriously.  It wasn’t that much.  Maybe $20, but still.  Who even has the audacity do even do something like that?  I suspect maid service.

I’m annoyed for a few reasons.  First, WHY THE HELL DID YOU TAKE MY MONEY?  And also, WHY DID YOU RIFLE THROUGH THE CLOTHES DRAWERS TO FIND IT?  Seriously.  WTF.

As soon as Hubs discovered it was missing, he asked me if I had taken any.  I’ve had this little tendency to sometimes forget to tell him that I’ve taken some cash.  I always tell him, but usually I forget to do it right away.  So when he asked this time and I said no I knew there was something up.

It actually makes me question the “tip” we left last week.  No one did anything to EARN the tip.  Sure, we had fresh towels, but the beds were left a mess, etc.  And the $5 bill I left on the nighstand was gone.  I wonder if they knew it was a tip or thought they were capitalizing on the assumed stupidity and naivete of hotel guests.  My guess is the latter.  Bastards.

I reported it immediately, and the overnight hotel girl – not the same old guy that hits on me every night when I come down to get ice and calls me Night Owl – told me she would write it in the book and the head of housekeeping would look into it.  Seriously, I know you’re not management, but can you give me something a little more than that, please.  For a second, I thought about exaggerating the amount when I talk to actual management today.  It’s your dumbass stupidity that decided to take my cash, you don’t deserve to have you word trusted.  I COULD say whatever I want, but I don’t think I will.

I don’t like this hotel life business, but there is an endgame in the future that we’re getting close to.  It just needs to come sooner rather than later.  Or we need to switch hotels.


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Conversations with Hubs: the Jersey Shore

This conversation was prompted by MTV insisting on marathoning the Jersey Shore this weekend, I suspect because the season finale is coming and they want to make sure everyone remembers everything they ever said that was stupid, annoying, or questionable.

Also, we’re staying in a hotel and have cable.  And our DVD player is packed away in the storage unit.  Fail.


Me:  Can you explain to me how the phrase “do sex” makes any sense?  It makes my ears bleed.

Hubs:  I can’t.

After a minute…

Me:  You know this show is all about people who don’t understand proper English and  just want to drink, go to clubs and hook up, right?

Hubs:  Don’t the girls know they’re on The Jersey Shore?  Don’t they see the cameras?  They must have a reputation there.

Me:  They’re in Italy.

Hubs:  They travel???  They’re ambassadors???

Me:  Yes, clearly.

Hubs:  Please change the channel.


And now we’re watching HGTV and some home remodeling show.

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the one in which I vent frustration for the purposes of venting and letting go

You can’t please all of the people all of the time.  You can’t even please some of the people some of the time.  I might want to stop trying so hard.

I’m not a pool person.  The fact that we are living in a hotel with an indoor pool does not speak to that fact.

If house hunting is for the birds, I must be one.  Except, it’s not fun anymore.  And I need it to be finished.

I have a problem with grudge-holders.  And I can’t stand people who hold onto things and do not tell me when they are upset, only to throw it back in my face later.  Even though I may have done it once or twice.  I’m a hypocrite, what up.

I’m feeling the mommy-stress in some areas.  I love my son.  But I sometimes wish I was better at this mommy thing.  And I’m sure there are some out there that think I’m doing everything wrong, when in fact I am just doing the best I can.

I hate the internet in the hotel.  It runs too slow and is keeping me from updating my iPhone to iOS 5.

There are few things in life that really hurt my feelings: saying I don’t care about my son and watching my dad have his feelings hurt.  I know I might not be able to understand how I may offend or insult, but don’t take it out on my father, or my family.

I need an endgame.  And I need to feel like everything I’m doing to get there is worth it.

I forgot how much I missed watching live TV.  The downside is that I also miss my DVR and because the internet is so slow, I can’t easily watch videos on the internet.

Avoidance benefits no one.  Except the on who is doing the avoiding.  Temporarily.

Don’t hate just because I like the Jersey Shore.  I’m allowed a guilty pleasure show.

It’s been 5 days, and I’m tired of living in a hotel.

I feel like I want to give up and surrender, but I do not want to be defeated.  The madness must continue until it’s done.