After travelling north with several co-workers this morning, we arrived at our destination and temporary home for the next few days - a typical corporate hotel nestled in the countryside.
I always find corporate hotels a bit soul-less. This one is clean, tidy, functional… but it’s not the sort of place you would stay while visiting an area for a break or getaway. It’s huge, has countless meeting rooms, and all manner of lounges with coffee machines (which only appear to be on during the day).
You’ll hopefully realise I can’t write much about the content of the day - hence why you’re getting the worst hotel review ever posted to the internet.
The food is wonderful. For lunch I had some sort of pulled pork thing, and for dinner some sort of chicken thing with steamed vegetables. As you can probably tell, I’m not the most discerning culinary critic. I’m not having to wash up though - which makes it automatically wonderful.
I volunteered to present some of the work I’ve been involved in a few weeks ago - yes, I’m a fool - without realising quite how many people would be watching. Most of the company, it turns out.
I didn’t think the presentation had gone particularly well - I had planned to talk about for more than I ended up covering.
Entirely unexpectedly a succession of people came to find me in the bar later to congratulate me. I actually became somewhat embarrassed by the unexpected attention in the end - which is mad, because I regularly post content to YouTube that is viewed by thousands.
Standing in front of real, living, breathing people - your professional peers - is somehow different.
Anyway.
With the prospect of an open bar, and being rubbish at drinking, I paced myself throughout the evening - eventually switching to soft drinks (much to the derision of friends and co-workers). This also seemed to coincide with the far more skilled drinkers starting to shout their conversations in each other’s faces. I called an end to the night for myself.
And that’s how I find myself now sitting in the hotel room, listening to an easy-listening radio station on the hotel TV, and sipping the most god-awful coffee in the known universe.
There was one thing that made me laugh out loud in the hotel room. I can’t not share it. When I switched the television on, it defaulted to the last channel watched (by the previous guest, I’m guessing) - “Babestation”. I’m not sure what time it starts broadcasting, if indeed it will start broadcasting at all.
I thought the late-night adult TV channels died out years ago. Who knew they still exist?!
Anyway… (yes, a second anyway)
I’m going to post this to the internet, make another coffee (to hopefully sober myself back up), then collapse onto the hotel bed. Don’t worry about the caffeine - I think I’m probably immune to it’s effects these days.