Where have I been, you ask? Well, I spent most of last week at a conference in Orlando, Florida. The trip began something like this:
The scene begins in the lobby of a resort in Walt Disney World. Merf steps up to the marble counter…
Merf: Hello, I’m checking in. Reservation for Merf.
Hotel Check In Guy: Merf… Merf… Merf… Excuse me…
Hotel Check In Guy:
Merf: What’s wrong?
Hotel Check In Guy: Were you supposed to check in yesterday?
Hotel Check In Guy: Because your reservation shows you checking in yesterday. And you didn’t. So we gave away your room.
Merf: You canceled my six-night reservation — when I had pre-paid the first night — without notification?
Hotel Check In Guy: It’s our automated system, you see…
Merf: Okay, well, I’m here. Where’s my room?
Hotel Check In Guy: You have no room. We are at 100% occupancy for the duration of your stay.
Lucky for me, one of my best friends was at the same conference and invited me to crash in her room. (Thanks, M!) It was a long week. I am exhausted. I finished my second course of antibiotics on Monday and could already feel the familiar tickle of strep throat by Tuesday night. It got worse as the week went on. I stayed an extra day after my conference, intending to spend the day galavanting around Epcot. Instead, I spent that entire day in my hotel room. I kept the curtains closed, ate room service, and watched the CW.
Tomorrow I have a CT scan of my head in the morning and an ENT appointment in the afternoon. I’m hoping I can get my tonsils out in the next couple of weeks, so I can put an end to this. I have forgotten what it’s like to swallow without pain.
But that’s enough whining from me. Right now I have better things to do, like compose a harshly worded letter to Walt Disney about their dumb automated system that cancels a six night reservation without even sending an email.