Thursday, May 25th. 2:00 A.M. Oklahoma City. We checked-in tonight at 10 P.M. We had dinner at 12 P.M. It sounds late, but don't forget, this is Okie Time. As far as we were concerned, we were having dinner at 10 P.M. (PST). After dinner, I had a grand time. Since we had lots of stinky laundry, I decided to do the wash. Even at 3:00 A.M. in the goddamn morning (when I was taking the clothes out of the dryer and folding them), Oklahoma City is FRIGGIN' HOT. Now I know why the employee who checked us in was upset that they lost the A/C in their office. "Why would this person worry about the A/C when their shift ends before morning?" I asked myself. Well, now I know. Also, the internet connection speed they offer horrendous. Yes, it is free wireless -- but what's the point if it's equivalent to a 56K connection? Horrible, horrible internet connection.
Friday, May 26th. 8:30 A.M. (Oklaf*ckinghoma City Time). That's right, it's only 6:30 A.M. for us (since we're on Pacific Time) and the bastards here at Marriot Residence Inn have started major construction (on the unit adjacent to us, apparently). WTF?
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I wait 10-15 minutes. I pray (not really) for the noise to stop. It doesn't stop. Still groggy, I call the front desk:
"Uhhhhh, is there construction going on?"
"Yes, we are renovating the property. Oh wait, you mean *right now*?"
"Yes, I mean right now. I hear what can only be described as a jack-hammer.
(Note: Actually, I wasn't entirely honest. The noise could also have been described as a really, really aggressive plumber roto-rootering the hell out of our kitchen sink. I kid you not, the jack-hammering noise was constant for 30 minutes. 30 MINUTES with only an occasional moment of glorious silence.)
"I haven't looked outside to confirm my suspicions... I'm in, uhhhhh, room 1013...."
"OK sir, let me check on that for you. Can I call you back?"
"Sure."
(Note, Part II: I Did I mention that Jasmine and Beth fell asleep at 2 A.M. Okie Time? Less than 5 hours later, we were jack-hammered awake. Yay! Now, I don't care if I don't get enough sleep. But Jasmine? Holy poop, that irked me! This place -- Residence Inn -- sells itself on catering to "families" and their special needs! Thankfully, the little stinkbutt fell back asleep shortly after the jack-hammering began.)
Phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm Barry ________. I'm the manager of this property, and I am really sorry you were disturbed this morning: we are doing renovations... I can move you to another suite if you would like..."
"No, that's OK. We were just staying the night. It's just that we are from the west coast and the construction began at 6:30 A.M. PST. We got in late last night and we were hoping to sleep a little late."
"I'm very sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?"
(Note, Part III: "Hmmmmm", I think to myself, "perhaps the manager has a time machine?" )
"No, don't worry -- we're up now anyway."
I really didn't care at this point. I was annoyed when I first woke up, I was annoyed when the sound didn't stop for 30 minutes. But when Jasmine fell back asleep, I was happy. That didn't stop me from being (very) slightly passive aggressive with the manager, though.