This morning, I got up at 6:15 a.m., put on my work out clothes and went down to get some coffee. Except they don't open the coffee kiosk until 7:00 a.m. Now, I understand why Vegas rooms don't have coffee pots in them. I don't like it, but I understand it - it's not to the casino's benefit to have you holed up in your room, drinking coffee and not gambling. But really - a coffee kiosk, next to a convention center, that opens at 7:00 a.m.? Bogus, dude.
The Tropicana is also in the middle of a major remodel. All of the rooms in the "Island Tower," where my room is, have already been done. So why, if you're spending the money on a remodel, would you design a room to have a work area and then purchase the most uncomfortable chairs on the planet for business travelers? The longer I sit here, the more stove up I'm getting. Oh, THAT's right. Must discourage people from being holed up in their rooms, not gambling.
Sad '50's Rooms are Sad. And Empty. |
In an effort to keep this place from sucking the life right out of me, I actually got off my butt and went to the hotel gym this morning to exercise. I know, right? Clearly I've been taken over by the Body Snatchers, or a health conscious malevolent spirit, or something even more sinister.* My schedule looks like I'll be be able to exercise most of the days I'm here, too, which differentiates this conference from the others I've been to, where I'm scheduled from 7:00 a.m. to 10:00 a.m. daily. The fact that I'm a guest at this one and not an attendee probably has something to do with that.
Happy Wednesday, Hot Chicks and Smart Men.
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*Adulthood
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When I read "... or something even more sinister.*" and my eyes flicked down to read the annotation, I heard the standard musical cue for danger -- Dun Dun Duuuuuunnnnn!
Glad you're finding ways to survive! :)
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