Day 1- Home
As soon as I walked into the lobby, the bags I’ve hauled across the globe are snatched away from me by the bell staff, to be taken the final 2 minutes of their journey by someone else. I prefer carrying my own luggage, but apparently I’m not going to be able to do very much for myself while I’m here, when there are several people eagerly waiting to do them for me. After checking in, I was told my luggage would be along shortly, so I went in search of my room.
The suite was completely dark when I walked in, so I searched along the wall for a light switch. I found one after walking around a corner, but flipping it did no good. I saw the outline of some floor and table lamps in the dark, but to my increasing frustration I found that none of those would turn on either. I fumbled around in the dark for at least five minutes, with only the light from the outside hallway to provide the narrowest of illumination. I gave up and went into the hallway to wait on my luggage, and to find out why I’m in a suite with no electricity.
I found it a little annoying that I had to give up my luggage at check-in and then wait for it, especially at such a late/early/whatever the heck it is back home hour of the day/night. Three in the morning here, about 5:30 in the afternoon back in Atlanta, so I’m caught somewhere in between. A hotel worker arrived to find me still stumbling around, took my key card and placed it into a slot in the interior hallway next to the front door, and the room lights up.
My suite, like much of the hotel, is mostly done in black marble and wood. Everything else is beige. The walls of the bathroom consist entirely of reflective black marble and mirrors- which will hopefully serve as motivation to go to the fitness center every day. There’s also a living room with a couch and television I probably won’t watch, and a mini-bar to tease me with $10 beers. After contemplating the contents of the fridge for a solid minute, I closed it without taking anything, for fear of setting an expensive precedence for the rest of my trip.
Past the sliding glass doors is the king-sized bed. I decided the best thing to do was to jump in and try to sleep, and rid myself of the biggest jet lag I’ve ever had.
As soon as I walked into the lobby, the bags I’ve hauled across the globe are snatched away from me by the bell staff, to be taken the final 2 minutes of their journey by someone else. I prefer carrying my own luggage, but apparently I’m not going to be able to do very much for myself while I’m here, when there are several people eagerly waiting to do them for me. After checking in, I was told my luggage would be along shortly, so I went in search of my room.
The suite was completely dark when I walked in, so I searched along the wall for a light switch. I found one after walking around a corner, but flipping it did no good. I saw the outline of some floor and table lamps in the dark, but to my increasing frustration I found that none of those would turn on either. I fumbled around in the dark for at least five minutes, with only the light from the outside hallway to provide the narrowest of illumination. I gave up and went into the hallway to wait on my luggage, and to find out why I’m in a suite with no electricity.
I found it a little annoying that I had to give up my luggage at check-in and then wait for it, especially at such a late/early/whatever the heck it is back home hour of the day/night. Three in the morning here, about 5:30 in the afternoon back in Atlanta, so I’m caught somewhere in between. A hotel worker arrived to find me still stumbling around, took my key card and placed it into a slot in the interior hallway next to the front door, and the room lights up.
My suite, like much of the hotel, is mostly done in black marble and wood. Everything else is beige. The walls of the bathroom consist entirely of reflective black marble and mirrors- which will hopefully serve as motivation to go to the fitness center every day. There’s also a living room with a couch and television I probably won’t watch, and a mini-bar to tease me with $10 beers. After contemplating the contents of the fridge for a solid minute, I closed it without taking anything, for fear of setting an expensive precedence for the rest of my trip.
Past the sliding glass doors is the king-sized bed. I decided the best thing to do was to jump in and try to sleep, and rid myself of the biggest jet lag I’ve ever had.
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