Made you laugh!
I know this is serious business, we’re up to our armpits in alerts at work. The California Health Alert Network actually called my home phone last night. 10:30 on a Sunday night. It was so exciting!
Or not, it was just a recording telling me to go look at my email. They’d bumped up the alert status. Still, it gave me a thrill to be part of it.
I have my hotel room window Wide Open – haven’t been in a hotel room with a suicide window in a long time. I’ve kept it open most of the time I’m here. This morning I’ve been hearing loud calls from big Canadian geese circling the buildings. They act like they lost something, keep coming back looking for it. Their calls draw me to the window every time. I hang out the window and call back to them, just in case it’s me they’re looking for. I should put some clothes on.
I’m packing up; we’re leaving at 11 but I thought I’d get some hotel bashing in first. The room, particularly the bathroom, smells like a #hobovagina (and did before I went in there!) and the carpet reeeeeallly needs to be cleaned. My shower curtain rod was only connected on one end so I could theoretically have aimed the water toward the sink and still been covered. Free coffee downstairs all the time and it’s drinkable. Cookies sometimes, too, which I have been working (mostly successfully) to avoid. Staff has all been trained to say “Hi!” in a sprightly manner when you’re concentrating on something else (like all the coffee you’re hijacking to your room) and each time it makes me jump. Good job!
They have in-room exercise kits, that was cool! Mostly cool because their little gym is 80 degrees and moist from the pool. No fans. Makes working out in there more or less impossible if you need any degree of comfort while you do it. The in-room kit has an 8 lb ball with handles, a yoga block and mat, and some handweights. Should have a jump rope, too, but maybe that would be too noisy. Anyway, I can do a little muscle work in-room and a little yoga and my various stretching things so it’s not all bad. Downstairs they have a nice little pool replete with jr lifeguard. I went down there and did some water aerobics, that was fun except for the chlorine OD. It’s always something.
I have many bad things to say about the training we received here, but I’ll save that for another post. I’ve got to get packing. Literally.
Every now and again I really GET this. The rest of the time I spend wallowing in my inadequacies. It’s a little better now that I’m older and don’t give a shit about that many things anymore. I’m more apt to say “Fuck You, then” to someone I’ve disappointed than “Sorry” and I think that’s probably a good thing as I am discovering it isn’t really my job to keep the whole world happy.
Better late than never, eh?
This is from Cathy Thorne’s EveryDay People – she’s got a newsletter and sends these cute comics out occasionally (not often enough!) on a wide variety of topics which she nails more often than not.
It was nice today, starting to warm up finally. I took some more pictures. Why do I bother? Because … the iris will die off in a couple of weeks and that will be that for another year. So even some bad pictures are better than no pictures.
If you click the pic above, it should take you to the picasa web album with a few more spring pics.
Shawn’s Sevilla is featured in the National Geographic Intelligent Travel blog –
Azahar’s 15 minutes of fame!
Isn’t that cool?