16 March 2005

Okay, so what the heck am I gonna do with a jacuzzi in my hotel room? I don't take baths, and have an outdoor spa at home. I don't need a bathtub with jets in it, especially all by myself in a strange city. The hotel people thought they were being nice to me. First I got a smoking room and complained about it. Then they put me in another room that turned out to have a bad internet port. When I called to ask about the internet, they said it would be fixed in a few days and that I could use the business center. Later they called and said they had a room I'd like better, and helped me move my luggage down here. I mean, the jacuzzi would be fun, I suppose, under different circumstances, but geez. I actually liked the second room better because it seemed brighter and had a much better view. I told the people at the front desk, but I don't think they believed me. I never did switch back. This room is fine. It's so huge that I had to borrow the long internet cable from the office, and I always have a hard time finding a near enough outlet for the power cord. I have a king size bed, a chair, hassock, and couch, along with my desk and desk chair, a TV, fridge, and microwave. Plenty of room to spread out. It's really quite nice.