Whine, whine, whine.

I smashed my head on the just-below-my-field-of-vision overhead bins in the teeny plane. Twice.

I tried to work on the plane and couldn't keep my eyes open for more than 10 minutes. My head kept bouncing around as I dozed, and now my neck hurts.

I had to wait for half an hour for the free shuttle from my hotel, because my boss won't pay for a cab if there's a free option.

The restaurant in the hotel was, inexplicably (even to the guy who checked me in) closed. The only place that would deliver to my room on a Sunday night was Pizza Hut. I had to order $8.00 worth of food in order for them to deliver. So in addition to the pizza, I ordered a dinner salad and some cinnamon sticks.

The pizza took 90 minutes to get to me. Which meant that it arrived at 9:30 p.m. And the salad? Was a Fresh Express bag of greens and dressing. And the guy didn't bring me a friggin' fork, or a bowl. Of course the hotel didn't have a fork or bowl, either. Because the restaurant is, inexplicably, closed.

The pizza was doughy and greasy. The cinnamon sticks were cloyingly sweet. I really needed some protein and some vegetables. I feel sort of sick.

My room is extremely dark, and I have walked into the corner of the TV armoire three times already. The bathroom is tiny, and the closet is basically IN the bathroom. Weird.

The computer desk doesn't have enough outlets for both my computer and my cell phone charger. It's also too high for me to write comfortably on my laptop. The desk lighting is awful, and it's going to be very, very challenging for me to get much work done in this room. On the plus side, the room does have free high-speed wireless internet.

The TV reception is a little fuzzy. The TV doesn't pull out from the armoire, so it's too far away from the bed or chair for me to see very well. And it doesn't have captions.

I'm standing in front of the mirror, practicing my arguments, and I sound like a dork. My facial expressions look weird, too. And I still don't feel ready to argue tomorrow's case.

I'm really nervous that the audio accommodations in the courtrooms won't work.

This is going to be a long week.

Comments

[Alison]

Demand the hotel changes your room. No captions (or subtitles), and I usually get a room change, often an upgrade.

Good luck for this week.

[michelle]

I bet you'll be missing the Wednesday night grub! Best of luck this week.