615am my alarm goes off to get up to work out. Yeah, snooze is immediately hit.
625am my alarm goes off. Snooze.
635am my alarm goes off. Snooze. I’ll work out after work.
645am my alarm goes off. Snooze.
655am my alarm goes off and I realize I need to wake up and work out because I’m going to dinner with Prerana and Lisa later so I won’t work out after work.
So I finally wake up to do my p90x workout (ok, I jumped back on the horse and have been successfully doing it since last Monday- go me). My back is KILLING me so I suffer through the first few exercises and then once it loosens up I feel a million times better and end up feeling great. I literally think to myself ‘today’s going to be a great day’.
Since I was switching hotels today I knew I’d need a taxi. I brought a huge suitcase with me this week to make sure I get everything from my project/parents that I’ll need for awhile back up to NYC- so I knew I wasn’t going to be dragging that thing to the office and then subsequently to the hotel. Sheraton never has cabs and honestly they’re like a pain to deal with to get cabs so I call classy cab. I call and I’m a little thrown off at first because Charles always answers the phone and whoever answered today was NOT Charles. This man denies my request for a taxi to pick me up at 830. First time ever I get denied by them. WTF? So I resort to calling the front desk. I tell them I’ll need a taxi at 830 to take me to the Westin.
Alright, so I jump in the shower, get ready and pack my stuff up. Go down to the lobby only to find out that they couldn’t get me a cab and I’d have to wait for the 9am shuttle. Awesome. Well, by then I knew I was going to be late to work – what’s an extra 20 minutes. Whatever.
Shuttle comes and I recognize the shuttle driver- I’ve had him before. I’m thinking ‘Great, chatter box is the driver. He’s not going to shut up the entire ride’.
4 ladies and myself climb into the van and set off. It’s 9am mind you and these ladies are SO loud and SO ramped up- so much for being worried about the shuttle driver.
‘We’re going to the casino! We’re going to the casino! HELLL YAAAAA LADIES!!!!’ they’re yelling. It was hilarious. I start talking to them trying to find out what’s going on in their world this lovely morning. Apparently they all just met each other the night before and decided they were going to go to the casino at 9am and then go shopping all day. They kept telling me I should not go to work and come with them. It was pretty hilarious.
So the shuttle drops them off and I knew that the employees of the Rivers Casino were in for some laughs. Hope those ladies win big!!! Next stop is the Westin to drop me off. I go up to the desk to check in and I believe I got a new employee. He kept apologizing for everything he was doing (even though he wasn’t doing anything wrong?) and it took like literally 10 minutes to check in. Finally I get my keys and make my way up to the 24th floor. Walk to my assigned room, put the key in and open the door….
‘HEY! WOAH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET OUT OF HERE?! ’
… yes, I opened the door and there was a lady in the room. The room was a disaster too. TV blaring, sheets everywhere. It was kinda ridiculous (I feel bad for housekeeping). So trying to apologize and run away I slam the door and run to the elevator. Um – seriously? WTF? Back down to the desk I go… again receiving about 50898 apologies. Honestly, at this point I really didn’t care. I dropped my bags off at the bell hop and started walking down to work.
As I’m walking I’m replaying the morning’s events in my head all the way up to the point of dropping off my bags at the bell hop. 1 bag I dropped off… SHIT! I left the present I had bought for my dad for father’s day at the Sheraton. So then I start to panic. What if housekeeping threw it away already? Then I started getting annoyed at the fact that I was going to have to go back over there and get the bag. I called and it just so happens that housekeeping had JUST radioed the front desk about the bag.
Awesome. So I guess I need to go back over there sometime before I leave Friday.
So yeah… that was my morning. Kinda funny if you ask me.
