I despise travelling. Having spent all of last year on a train or plane to somewhere or other every week, it’s unsurprising that I do and there is a reason I avoid long distances and leaving home. The world outside my own comfort zone is full of weirdos. I mean, seriously, was there a full moon last night?? This is what I have learnt from my trip to London:
- Avoid eye contact with the crazy woman prowling the platform at the train station. You know she has a survey she wants you to complete on some random crap like trains… and satisfaction, which there was none to be had since my train was twenty minutes frigging late
– Don’t eat in the hotel restaurant. The food tastes like shit and is overpriced. I paid £2 for frigging service charges… in a BAR!!!!!!!!
- Locking your hotel room door doesn’t work. You’ll still have a mysterious guest trying to get into your room at 11pm because the incompetent staff didn’t book you in properly.
- Expect to be disturbed for the next hour by hotel staff trying to figure out why your room was double booked but not once offering an apology.
- Don’t eat breakfast in the hotel. See point number two. My crossiants tasted like they had been left out for a week in the snow.
- When you go down for breakfast expect that your room card will have locked you out in that time. The hotel doesn’t care that you are on a schedule and that you don’t have time to keep traipsing up and down 6 floors to get it fixed.
- Expect your train home to be delayed. They might say it will be in at 7.24pm, but in reality they really mean 7.45pm. Also don’t expect an explanation for this.
All in all a sucky trip. I now remember why I left Events for Editorial – coming home at 5pm to my own home with nice food and no random people trying to get into your room when you’re half asleep is definitely made of win.
N’aawww. Poor you. *petpet*
It’s a big bad world out there, huh? ^^
But seriously, that sounds like a crappy hotel. So much for the customer always comes first or whatever.
Yeah, it was a unique staying experience, I’ll tell ya that for free. Hilariously though, when the guy came into my hotel room, I think I scared the crap out of him. I was in bed (yeah, I know it was early! but I was knackered) and I leapt up and literally I snarled at this poor guy. I mean, I was half-asleep and I thought he was a rapist/murderer/burglar so I don’t feel too bad, but he must have thought I was off my meds! I did laugh to myself for quite a while after. I thought I was really weedy, but turns out I’m actually a bit scary when under the influence of adrenaline. Who knew??