Soap (and Coffee) Opera
However, I greatly appreciate being able to have two cups of coffee in my room as I prepare for the morning especially since I'm two hours ahead of home in California. So, when the next day I discover that my coffee was not replaced and it's assumed that the remaining container of decaf will do the job, I get a bit miffed. I caved in and drank the decaf, which is the one thing that is more disgusting than sweet iced tea. Decaf is brown boiled water with the taste of, at best, braised cardboard. So the second time this happened and I was left with decaf I hid it and returned to my room this afternoon to find that my coffee pot was left with...nothing. At the top of the post is the collection of shampoos and conditioners that were left for me during my half-week stay. (They threw out the first set I used.)
I was close to going to the desk but hate to complain about service workers. Fortunately a member of the room cleaning staff was in the hall the second I was ready to storm out of the room and politely gave me a packet of coffee.
(Sorry, this has been an unusually routine trip beyond the work accomplished.)



