Dream Chronicle III

I was on a business trip to somewhere, and we had come to a hotel.  There were events for this trip that were taking place within the hotel, so that was the setting.  Different floors held different activities.

At one point, for some reason, I wanted to retire early, and so I went to guest services to see about getting a room.  The first guy said he was gonna “be getting the hell out of here shortly,” so I had to go to another desk and speak to them.  The girl at the second desk was very friendly, but was saying I should enjoy some of the other activities before taking a room.

I was quite adamant about wanting a room, so the manager shows up, and starts showing me the itinerary of events, and what kinds of things I’d enjoy doing, and then I could come back after 6pm.

The woman accompanying me said maybe this was some kind of policy.  No, I said, there was no way they would have a policy that would purposefully intend to block people from staying at their hotel.

The manager continued to insist that I go enjoy myself.  Not that there was any room or something.  Not, “come back in a few once we clean one out for you,”  just go away!

I got angry!  I paid for a room, dammit!  I am going to talk to my supervisors, who booked this whole thing, and we’ll see if we ever come here again!  I huffed away, and pressed the down elevator button to go see them.