I was on the road for the last couple of days. I was in the New York City metro area for a meeting. The company we were meeting handled our hotel arrangements. I am a major control freak about my travel arrangements. I have learned over the years that people who do not travel should never be allowed to make travel arrangements for a frequent business traveler. It sounds snotty and cold, but I have three very good reasons why this rule should be adopted by society:
- I've been booked in questionable hotels. Just because the hotel name includes the word "suites" DOES NOT mean it is nice, safe, or clean. I learned how to handle this situation the first time it happened. I leave immediately and check into the Westin.
- "Cheap Rates" in Vegas during convention time. The room rate needs to be high enough to keep out the riff-raff. I once had a hotel neighbor hire a hooker at 3:15 one morning. I know you are thinking "How did you know she was a hooker?" I know because I heard everything. The negotiation, the payment, the spanking... everything! I'm still traumatized.
- Fifteen minutes to make a connecting flight. This is NOT enough time to deplane, pee, find the new gate, and board. Trust me, it's not.
All of this travel drama was because an administrative assistant felt empowered to save the multi-billion dollar company a few lousy bucks. My safety and comfort is a priority and I refuse to put myself in a vulnerable position. Anyway, back to my travel story...
I knew whatever hotel we were at this week would be fine. I couldn't imagine a company that wanted our business would book us at the Airport Travelodge. I'm not a huge travel snob, but I like to stay somewhere comfy like the Wetsin when the company is footing the bill. This trip we stayed at the Ritz-Carlton. I thought "hooray, I will sleep good tonight."
Then, something spectacular happened while I was checking in... I got upgraded to a suite. A suite! I had a living room, two bathrooms (one with a rainfall shower), and a fabulous bedroom with luxe linens. The best part was I could control the lights, temperature, and curtains from a touch screen by the bed. I spent most of the night tapping the living room curtains open, closed, open, closed... then the bedroom curtains open, closed, open, closed... then the temperature... then the bedroom lights on, off, on off... then the living room lights...you get the picture. I tapped that crazy screen just like the Starbucks Barista on a busy morning. Only if that hotel in Vegas had something as nifty to keep me distracted for an hour.
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