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Apr. 21st, 2005 07:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anigoSo.
I'm bored.
The house is quiet, I don't have any school work to do, it's the start of my weekend.
And I'm bored.
Fun.
Ok, it will pass. I will have a nap!
I went to New Brunswick for work on Tuesday, stayed in the hotel that only supplied its postal address. That, my friends, should have been a sign I should have paid attention to. That, and the fact that all the websites I could find only showed pictures of the lobby. When a hotel won't show you either the outside of the hotel or the rooms you need to be afraid.
So I got to the hotel. And you know what? The lobby was nice. I went up to my room. And you know what? It wasn't horrible. Ok, it wasn't the Ritz, but I've stayed in worse. It was clean and it didn't smell and it had a coffee maker. If a hotel room has a coffee maker, I'm happy. So, thinks I, not so bad. There was a fan standing in the corner. This should have been an omen to me. But I likes it warm, so I thought nothing of it.
The hotel also had a gym. I got changed into my gym stuff and went to the lobby for the gym key. The "gym" was a hotel room, just like mine, except there was no furniture in it. There was, however, a pretty decent treadmill and a nautilus machine - and a TV. I worked out for an hour (text messaged for a bit), and worked up quite a sweat to boot. (Mostly because the air conditioner wasn't working.) I went back up to my room, had a shower and ordered room service. I couldn't decide between the mussles or something else, so I ordered the sample plate - which contained mussles *and* something else, and some white wine. YAY ME! TV, Food, Peace and Quiet. Who can ask for anything more? Except the room is damnably hot. And... there's no air conditioning. Just the fan. Bummer. So I go to open a window. The inside window will open, but the outside one has come off it's track and will only open a couple of inches. Even then, because it's off the tracks it bangs every time the wind blows. Nice. I plug the fan in and put it in front of the window. It doesn't do a damned thing.
The food arrives. I pop what I think to be a deep fried cheeze thingie in my mouth. But it's not. It's icky. I can't place it. It's... something... Seafoody.... Ah, it's the mussles. They've been deep fried. And they don't exactly taste like they were harvested this month. Nice. Part of the sample platter are sausages. breakfast sausages cut into strips. Nice. The potato skins were ok. Oh, and there were some chicken wings which were edible, but I didn't eat much of either of them. The mussle caused my stomach to go off food entirely. And the wine wasn't sitting so well either. I ended up putting a pretty much unfinished plate of food and an almost untouched glass of wine on the desk. By The fan. Where the fan proceeded to spread the aroma of deep fried mussles throughout the room. Nice.
Oh, and did I mention that this hotel is located in an area of Saint John that reminded me of what I would think the Bronx would look like if they had to pick up and move to Saint John? No? Well, they did. Bordered on 2 sides by slums. Bordered on the other two sides by, believe it or not, at least 4 highways. How, you may ask, can 4 highways border a hotel on two sides? Overpasses, my friends, overpasses. Nice.
So, if you haven't figured it out, it was noisy. Very.
About 10:00 I dozed off, despite the fact that my tummy felt like the mussle had come back to life and was kicking my large intestine around.
BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRREEEEEEEEEKKKRRRRRASHHH!
No, no accident. Just traffic. People in Saint John must drive oddly or something. That, or the window in my room was such that it funneled all the noise into my room perfectly. WIDE awake, I am. I watched about 8 episodes of CSI. You ever notice how much they use flashlights on CSI? The people have a gazillion dollars worth of equipment, but can't afford to buy a couple of decent flood lights?!?! But I digress.
About midnight I actually had a couple of hours of bliss. Until about 2:00. The room is hot, I'm sweating like a Bentheim Black Pied Swine. (A very nice looking kind of pig - and apparently they make very nice wallets, google it, it's worth a look.) About this time, I discover that not only am I bordered by slums and 4 highways, it also appears that there's some sort of train crossing at least 3 of the 4 highways. And the trains need to blow their whistles when crossing them. Repeatedly. Over. And Over. And Over. So, I could close the window - and they'd find my dehydrated dusty corpse the next time the cleaning lady came by. (Thus requiring a visit, no doubt, from CSI. I suspect, however, in New Brunswick they might know that they can turn the lights on in the room as opposed to having to use the wee mag-lights. But again, I digress...) Or, I could put up with it. So that's what I did.
The meeting the next day went ok, when I finally tracked down the people I was supposed to meet with. All in all it was a 10 hour drive, a crappy stay in a crappy hotel room, for a 45 minute meeting. Nice.
There were some perks that made it worth it. A night alone, room service - ok, the *thought* of room service, the remote control and the bed to myself, a few other odds and ends...
But I could have just as easily done this in a hotel room *with* air conditioning, thankyouverymuch.
I'm bored.
The house is quiet, I don't have any school work to do, it's the start of my weekend.
And I'm bored.
Fun.
Ok, it will pass. I will have a nap!
I went to New Brunswick for work on Tuesday, stayed in the hotel that only supplied its postal address. That, my friends, should have been a sign I should have paid attention to. That, and the fact that all the websites I could find only showed pictures of the lobby. When a hotel won't show you either the outside of the hotel or the rooms you need to be afraid.
So I got to the hotel. And you know what? The lobby was nice. I went up to my room. And you know what? It wasn't horrible. Ok, it wasn't the Ritz, but I've stayed in worse. It was clean and it didn't smell and it had a coffee maker. If a hotel room has a coffee maker, I'm happy. So, thinks I, not so bad. There was a fan standing in the corner. This should have been an omen to me. But I likes it warm, so I thought nothing of it.
The hotel also had a gym. I got changed into my gym stuff and went to the lobby for the gym key. The "gym" was a hotel room, just like mine, except there was no furniture in it. There was, however, a pretty decent treadmill and a nautilus machine - and a TV. I worked out for an hour (text messaged for a bit), and worked up quite a sweat to boot. (Mostly because the air conditioner wasn't working.) I went back up to my room, had a shower and ordered room service. I couldn't decide between the mussles or something else, so I ordered the sample plate - which contained mussles *and* something else, and some white wine. YAY ME! TV, Food, Peace and Quiet. Who can ask for anything more? Except the room is damnably hot. And... there's no air conditioning. Just the fan. Bummer. So I go to open a window. The inside window will open, but the outside one has come off it's track and will only open a couple of inches. Even then, because it's off the tracks it bangs every time the wind blows. Nice. I plug the fan in and put it in front of the window. It doesn't do a damned thing.
The food arrives. I pop what I think to be a deep fried cheeze thingie in my mouth. But it's not. It's icky. I can't place it. It's... something... Seafoody.... Ah, it's the mussles. They've been deep fried. And they don't exactly taste like they were harvested this month. Nice. Part of the sample platter are sausages. breakfast sausages cut into strips. Nice. The potato skins were ok. Oh, and there were some chicken wings which were edible, but I didn't eat much of either of them. The mussle caused my stomach to go off food entirely. And the wine wasn't sitting so well either. I ended up putting a pretty much unfinished plate of food and an almost untouched glass of wine on the desk. By The fan. Where the fan proceeded to spread the aroma of deep fried mussles throughout the room. Nice.
Oh, and did I mention that this hotel is located in an area of Saint John that reminded me of what I would think the Bronx would look like if they had to pick up and move to Saint John? No? Well, they did. Bordered on 2 sides by slums. Bordered on the other two sides by, believe it or not, at least 4 highways. How, you may ask, can 4 highways border a hotel on two sides? Overpasses, my friends, overpasses. Nice.
So, if you haven't figured it out, it was noisy. Very.
About 10:00 I dozed off, despite the fact that my tummy felt like the mussle had come back to life and was kicking my large intestine around.
BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRREEEEEEEEEKKKRRRRRASHHH!
No, no accident. Just traffic. People in Saint John must drive oddly or something. That, or the window in my room was such that it funneled all the noise into my room perfectly. WIDE awake, I am. I watched about 8 episodes of CSI. You ever notice how much they use flashlights on CSI? The people have a gazillion dollars worth of equipment, but can't afford to buy a couple of decent flood lights?!?! But I digress.
About midnight I actually had a couple of hours of bliss. Until about 2:00. The room is hot, I'm sweating like a Bentheim Black Pied Swine. (A very nice looking kind of pig - and apparently they make very nice wallets, google it, it's worth a look.) About this time, I discover that not only am I bordered by slums and 4 highways, it also appears that there's some sort of train crossing at least 3 of the 4 highways. And the trains need to blow their whistles when crossing them. Repeatedly. Over. And Over. And Over. So, I could close the window - and they'd find my dehydrated dusty corpse the next time the cleaning lady came by. (Thus requiring a visit, no doubt, from CSI. I suspect, however, in New Brunswick they might know that they can turn the lights on in the room as opposed to having to use the wee mag-lights. But again, I digress...) Or, I could put up with it. So that's what I did.
The meeting the next day went ok, when I finally tracked down the people I was supposed to meet with. All in all it was a 10 hour drive, a crappy stay in a crappy hotel room, for a 45 minute meeting. Nice.
There were some perks that made it worth it. A night alone, room service - ok, the *thought* of room service, the remote control and the bed to myself, a few other odds and ends...
But I could have just as easily done this in a hotel room *with* air conditioning, thankyouverymuch.