Hotels and liberation? What do they have in common? Well, other than being two topics I'd like to address in my post, absolutely nothing. I like to call it "flush the format". No particular theme today, although if you look at my previous post you would think of me as a hypocrite (you have to read below, I'm not explaining now!).
As I have occassion to travel, maybe too much these days, I stay in a variety of hotels. And I will have to say that despite what hotel chain it is or is not, I am cursed! Cursed, you say? Yes! Cursed! I kid you not- the majority of the hotels I check into, there is something wrong with the TV. The picture came in crappy in San Diego, the cable is not turned on in New York, the cables are disconnected in Minneapolis, or as in today, the remote is dead in- wait, where am I? Oh yeah- New Jersey. And how long have I been waiting for a new remote? 45 minutes. Don't get me wrong- the Marriott is great for the most part. In fact, if you ever stay in a full service Marriott, you have to order their house-made granola for breakfast. It is quite possibly the best granola I have ever eaten.
Ok, they just brought the second remote. It doesn't work. What's the point of being in a hotel if you can't sit on the bed and mindlessly watch TV? That, my friends is what I like to call torture. Eh? Yes, cruel and unusual punishment. So what if I didn't put my room service tray out in the hallway?!! Don't punish me like this!
Moving on to Liberation. I am on a three week hiatus from school. Yes, I finished my most challenging semester yet doing 3 classes while logging close to 40,000 miles in the air. Not to mention I had Finance- the second most-loathed class of my MBA career. What's the first you ask? It's coming up in the summer. But, if I can just get through it, then I'll be on the home stretch in the Fall with two marketing classes and then my what-shoulda-coulda-woulda-been-a-2.5-year-program-turned-into-a-3.5-year program will be done! Huh. I just realized with one more semester I could have been a dentist- or a doctor! Crap!
But yes, liberation more so because not only did I take Finance, but I, Trevor Lloyd Lambert (who cares if people reading this know my middle name! The knuckleheads in our company's IT department made sure that my email address read Trevor Lloyd Lambert whenever anyone searched for me in our contact lists in outlook!!!), got a B in Finance. What? Really? Yes, I did. I know what you're thinking- so 95% of the class got an A? Probably. But who cares! I got a B and that is all that matters. I'm totally comfortable being the benchwarmer in that class.
Well, that is all. I would write until the guy from engineering comes to fix the TV, but, that could be, like, hours.
As I have occassion to travel, maybe too much these days, I stay in a variety of hotels. And I will have to say that despite what hotel chain it is or is not, I am cursed! Cursed, you say? Yes! Cursed! I kid you not- the majority of the hotels I check into, there is something wrong with the TV. The picture came in crappy in San Diego, the cable is not turned on in New York, the cables are disconnected in Minneapolis, or as in today, the remote is dead in- wait, where am I? Oh yeah- New Jersey. And how long have I been waiting for a new remote? 45 minutes. Don't get me wrong- the Marriott is great for the most part. In fact, if you ever stay in a full service Marriott, you have to order their house-made granola for breakfast. It is quite possibly the best granola I have ever eaten.
Ok, they just brought the second remote. It doesn't work. What's the point of being in a hotel if you can't sit on the bed and mindlessly watch TV? That, my friends is what I like to call torture. Eh? Yes, cruel and unusual punishment. So what if I didn't put my room service tray out in the hallway?!! Don't punish me like this!
Moving on to Liberation. I am on a three week hiatus from school. Yes, I finished my most challenging semester yet doing 3 classes while logging close to 40,000 miles in the air. Not to mention I had Finance- the second most-loathed class of my MBA career. What's the first you ask? It's coming up in the summer. But, if I can just get through it, then I'll be on the home stretch in the Fall with two marketing classes and then my what-shoulda-coulda-woulda-been-a-2.5-year-program-turned-into-a-3.5-year program will be done! Huh. I just realized with one more semester I could have been a dentist- or a doctor! Crap!
But yes, liberation more so because not only did I take Finance, but I, Trevor Lloyd Lambert (who cares if people reading this know my middle name! The knuckleheads in our company's IT department made sure that my email address read Trevor Lloyd Lambert whenever anyone searched for me in our contact lists in outlook!!!), got a B in Finance. What? Really? Yes, I did. I know what you're thinking- so 95% of the class got an A? Probably. But who cares! I got a B and that is all that matters. I'm totally comfortable being the benchwarmer in that class.
Well, that is all. I would write until the guy from engineering comes to fix the TV, but, that could be, like, hours.
