As much as I love to travel, there are some definite drawbacks to doing it for a living. I had lots of bad news/shitty luck during this trip. First off, when flights get canceled it is a huge pain in the ass. I had to get to the airport at about 330 two days in a row before my flights got re-scheduled. Then, after being awake for about 24 hours, spending about 20 of those in transit between flights and layovers, I had to get up and give a two-hour presentation. Good audience, but still a giant pain when you are that tired and you rely on quality brain function to survive work.
On the next leg of the trip, I had the glorious experience of being kicked out of the Hilton Hawaiin Village. Mind you, I don't normally stay in classy joints like that, but we were meeting up with a bunch of people staying next-door at another hotel, so for ease of transportation and everything we decided to stay there. Huge fucking mistake. Pull up, and my travel office had somehow dropped the first night of my reservation, no big deal you say; nay sez I, huge fucking deal. After dealing with the dipshit woman behind the counter for about two hours, myself and my travelling companion got rebooked at a different hotel, yet I still did not have the first night of my stay. The woman comes out from the back office and is all like, "Ok so Mr. Smith (my buddy) we have you for three nights at the Pacific Beach Hotel, checking in tonight. Mr. Rak, we have you booked for two nights starting when you check in tommorow". Then the bitch smiled like she was all proud she had pulled that off. So, I said, "Ma'am, I am literally standing right in front of you, why would I not want a room for tonight?"
She gave me the dumbshit idiot look with a shit-eating grin, and no shit asked, "But you do not have a reservation tonight." This is after two hours trying to explain the situation. Let's just say, I kinda lost it. Lots of F-Bombs. Then Mr. Smith asked if we could get some free meals for the inconvience. She knew we were there on business and procedded to ask if we would like breakfest or lunch at the hotel, when the hotel we were rebooked at was a few miles away and she knew our business was on the other side of the island. I rarely get mad at service people (I was one for a long time, as was my wife), but I flipped. 'FUCK YOU and your GOD-DAMNED HOTEL!" This was about when the manager returned and I went friggin volcanic. So after close to three hours and almost no assistance whatsoever. We go to the Pacific beach and are checked-in in about 15 minutes. Why is it that the skinny good looking woman behind the desk can't accomplish basic life functions, yet the big older lady can fix everything in like a split second?
The next leg was fairly easy, although the flights sucked. No real reason, they just did. And then off to one of my favorite places to stay when travelling for work. Residence Inn by Marriott. I just like them, comfy beds, nice TV, free interwebs, friendly people, and free beer at social-hour. Can never go wrong with free beer. With the exception of some technical issues, that leg went very well, and so now I find myself once again sitting at San Diego International Airport. Three hours before my flight, and my kindle is dead and there are 5 year olds sucking up all the power outlets with nintendos and macbooks. Oh well.
Oh yeah the bad news part, there was some shitty family business that happened. 'Bout all I will say on the webz. Hope all is well. Fair Winds and Following Seas.
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