I will need a million quarters.

The hotel laundry room is an interesting place. There’s rarely anyone in there, except for the occasional soda machine or garbage can visitor. It could be partly because it costs $2 in quarters to wash and $2 in quarters to dry a load. Now for that $2 you get 45 minutes of dryer time but if you set the temperature too low and the clothes aren’t done, there’s no “five extra minutes for a quarter” option. So you’d better plan well to get those clothes dry or you have to hang them all over your room. Yes, I’ve learned that lesson the hard way.
Our room is pretty small anyway so when Brian came home from work and had to wade through a jungle of shirts, bras, blouses and dress pants hanging in the doorways, he thought he had entered some Moroccon den.
Yesterday there were two repairmen working on the two broken dryers. There are only four dryers total so that’s a 50% failure rate in the dryer department.
I heard the repairman say to the other one that the two newer dryers get used the most that causes an extra build up of moisture (and other technical jargon) in the older dryers. If they would get used more evenly it would help a lot.
So, being helpful and full of bright ideas, (not nosey as Brian likes to point out) I told the repairmen that if management would drop the price of using the old dryers, then more people WOULD use them!  VOILA, problem solved!! I’m so helpful around here, they should give me a discount!


I met another bizspouse today.

I couldn’t believe my eyes….a female in the fitness room. Since our hotel is made up of 95% men, it is rare to even see a female and in the six weeks I’ve been here, I’ve never seen one working out. I was so elated to have found a potential friend. I was like a third grade girl on the playground, spotting a may be pal and hoping to say the right words to extend a greeting.
It seems that Edith is here for a couple weeks to visit Archie who is working at the local Chrysler plant. I think many of the guys staying in this hotel work there too. I see a lot of hard hats, industrial clothing and greasy lunch boxes. Her husband is here to do training. She didn’t say what kind of training but likely something about quality control and ‘don’t put out lemons’ so Chrysler’s stock will go up.   I doubt that her last name is Bunker but I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to look like a stalker in my exuberance over meeting a fellow biz wife. I hope to run into her again.  I’ve got my tennis shoes on and guess where I’m headed?

Movin’ on up!

The hotel staff advised us to take a room on the first floor. Since we are nonsmokers and the smoking rooms are on the third floor, it seemed like the best idea. We knew from past experience however, that noise that sounds like bowling balls being dropped on our ceiling at midnight was going to be annoying but…..maybe the sound proofing is exceptional here. WRONG!!! The week days were usually good but every Friday, the family that would check in with three kids and a dog or two were given the room above us. After several games of tag, the shuttle run and “hey Joey let’s jump off the kitchen bar”, our nerves were shattered and the smoking floor beckoned.
So here we are now….moved on up to the 3rd floor where the air isn’t great but the quiet is worth it.

Additional benefits thrown in are a newer television, a quieter dishwasher, a better view when it snows, and all that exercise walking up three flights of steps!  Now the Booty Call Lounge sign pours light into our room but ahhh those room darkening shades do their job nicely!

Cold Chicago Pizza and Hot Ocala Dunkin Donuts Coffee

I got up early this morning to wish my sister a Happy 60th Birthday on facebook.  The internet in the hotel is iffy at best even with the $30 monthly upgrade.  So as I’m sipping on my great coffee (good thing I brought my DD coffee from home because they closed the Dunkin Donuts here) and munching on my leftover Chicago pizza, the most awful screeching sound you have ever heard penetrates the air!  OH MY GOSH that water that is simmering on the stove to offer a little relief from the 10% humidity has gone dry and the fire alarm is going off at 5:00 a.m.  My hotel neighbors are going to hate me!  I run to the stove but the water isn’t dry.  It isn’t just MY alarm going off!  I throw on some boots and a scarf that go so well with my Joe Boxer pink plaid pajamas, grab a coat and room key and head out the door…..other hotel patrons join me in the hall.  The girl with fire engine red hair (how appropos) and t shirt tell me that it’s a false alarm.  Oh good!  Now to go back in and endure another ten minutes of eardrum shattering shrill.  Another day is underway.  Happy Birthday Karen.  I will always remember the start of your special day!