Southern California does not agree with me.
I'm laying in a hotel room, and the nicest thing I can say is that the air conditioning works. Well, it's clean. That's a plus. There are coasters? Is that worth noticing in a hotel nowadays? I dunno. All I know is that I'm paying $10 for this wifi connection so I'm going to keep typing until I feel I've gotten my money's worth. This isn't even the room I reserved. That room wasn't available when I checked in (apparently 11:30 am is too early to show up and expect what you paid for), so I am in something else. Not that I think the room I thought I was getting was going to be much better, but the bed would be bigger... and there would only be one of them.
So, let's do the superstitious part. The random occurrences of the day that add up to my conviction that Southern California hates me and/or that God never wants me to set foot in this forsaken hellscape of concrete, silicon, dust and smog.
First off I lost my hearing aid. It's more surprising that I held on to it for so long than that I lost it, but it's still irksome. I've been looking for an excuse to use that word. Go me! I guess today isn't a total loss.
Anyway, next up was the room debacle. Then this wifi charge, oh and I ended up wandering around the hotel for 20 minutes looking for Ellen after she dropped me off so now my leg hurts from all that walking. Also I've just discovered that the hotel put a charge through on my card (that ol' incidentals charge) which pushes the balance to negative while there are still pending charges out. And we all remembers what happens when BoA sees a negative balance from pending charges.
So today kind of sucks.
The positive side of things is that the hearing aid can be probably be replaced like last time. I might be able to change my room tomorrow after I come back from dialysis. I moved some money around to cover my bank account so that should be fine, and my leg just aches. It isn't broken or anything. Some rest and I should be fine. Also, Ellen is taking me out to eat. Tomorrow we might be heading down to San Marcos to get what is (arguably) the best pizza in the south land - Bruno's. A childhood favorite that Ellen recently tried again and said it is better than we remember it. That's pretty amazing since I remember it as pretty fucking good.
Then Friday comes, and the vacation begins.
So I'll try and stay in a decent mood until then, or maybe I'll just stay pissy and grumpy and get it out of my system. Does that ever work, or does one grump just lead to another and another until you hate everyone and everyone hates you (or is laughing at you)? Maybe I'll just get an In n Out burger and a chocolate shake and put all this behind me.
I'm laying in a hotel room, and the nicest thing I can say is that the air conditioning works. Well, it's clean. That's a plus. There are coasters? Is that worth noticing in a hotel nowadays? I dunno. All I know is that I'm paying $10 for this wifi connection so I'm going to keep typing until I feel I've gotten my money's worth. This isn't even the room I reserved. That room wasn't available when I checked in (apparently 11:30 am is too early to show up and expect what you paid for), so I am in something else. Not that I think the room I thought I was getting was going to be much better, but the bed would be bigger... and there would only be one of them.
So, let's do the superstitious part. The random occurrences of the day that add up to my conviction that Southern California hates me and/or that God never wants me to set foot in this forsaken hellscape of concrete, silicon, dust and smog.
First off I lost my hearing aid. It's more surprising that I held on to it for so long than that I lost it, but it's still irksome. I've been looking for an excuse to use that word. Go me! I guess today isn't a total loss.
Anyway, next up was the room debacle. Then this wifi charge, oh and I ended up wandering around the hotel for 20 minutes looking for Ellen after she dropped me off so now my leg hurts from all that walking. Also I've just discovered that the hotel put a charge through on my card (that ol' incidentals charge) which pushes the balance to negative while there are still pending charges out. And we all remembers what happens when BoA sees a negative balance from pending charges.
So today kind of sucks.
The positive side of things is that the hearing aid can be probably be replaced like last time. I might be able to change my room tomorrow after I come back from dialysis. I moved some money around to cover my bank account so that should be fine, and my leg just aches. It isn't broken or anything. Some rest and I should be fine. Also, Ellen is taking me out to eat. Tomorrow we might be heading down to San Marcos to get what is (arguably) the best pizza in the south land - Bruno's. A childhood favorite that Ellen recently tried again and said it is better than we remember it. That's pretty amazing since I remember it as pretty fucking good.
Then Friday comes, and the vacation begins.
So I'll try and stay in a decent mood until then, or maybe I'll just stay pissy and grumpy and get it out of my system. Does that ever work, or does one grump just lead to another and another until you hate everyone and everyone hates you (or is laughing at you)? Maybe I'll just get an In n Out burger and a chocolate shake and put all this behind me.
EDIT: Hey, that's true on multiple levels!