Could be worse, in VA/DC for work. I’m still sweating from my run 2hrs ago, crappy hotel AC can’t keep up and office buildings set for “energy efficiency cooling”
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Could be worse, in VA/DC for work. I’m still sweating from my run 2hrs ago, crappy hotel AC can’t keep up and office buildings set for “energy efficiency cooling”
Yep, family. My parents and my wife's parents are both here. Once the kids got into school my wife wanted to go back to school to get into the medical field, which would have been impossible up there without anybody to help get the kids to school when I'm traveling, etc. I won't lie, it's been nice getting (relationally) closer to my parents again, as I hadn't lived within 2 hours of them in almost 20 years, and while they're getting older I've witnessed them dealing with their own parents aging and passing and that sucks when you're the last useful sibling and you don't live close by. My dad's mom is 97 and lives up there in CO, has gotten pretty frail this year, but wants to die at home and refuses to go to a nursing home. My dad's sister lived half a mile away but died of cancer last year, and his brother has been disabled for 30 years from a TBI, so he's only so much help.
We had dinner with them last night and they were talking about how they just can't handle the heat anymore and have been talking (I don't know how seriously) about moving back to CO.
There is a hack for the hotel ac. Ask me how I know.
https://www.travelandleisure.com/hotel-thermostat-temperature-hack-8656870
I've not seen a hotel where you can't control the temp. Usually I go into a room and they have it at 65°.
The wife and I like it cold. So we gotta turn the air as low as possible. At home our nighttime temperature is 64°. Daytime temp is 68°. Walk in from outside when it’s 90 ° and you’d think it’s a morgue 
I'm not sure I would know because I wouldn't set it below 70 anyway. My pants are off pretty much the instant I get in the door and I'd be too cold.
In the winter I put on sweatpants so I'll put the room at 62-65.
We keep ours at 75°, and even then our house is so poorly insulated that our unit will run 9+ hours a day
Apparently all I needed to do was complain about it.
Current situation:
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I'm sitting in the living room with the lights off, enjoying theshow. Consistently <1s between flashes. They're talking hail and 80mph winds so the front porch chairs are in the entryway and my jalapeno and okra plants are up on the back porch.
Good news, didn't get any hail. Worst thing is that there was so much dust everywhere that now the windows under the porches look positively filthy from the water that the wind blew onto them.
Got this with the drone with the storm coming in. No filters or post processing at all, other than resizing it from 8k pixels wide so WTJF would accept it.
Want to meet up for lunch?
Yep, family. My parents and my wife's parents are both here. Once the kids got into school my wife wanted to go back to school to get into the medical field, which would have been impossible up there without anybody to help get the kids to school when I'm traveling, etc. I won't lie, it's been nice getting (relationally) closer to my parents again, as I hadn't lived within 2 hours of them in almost 20 years, and while they're getting older I've witnessed them dealing with their own parents aging and passing and that sucks when you're the last useful sibling and you don't live close by. My dad's mom is 97 and lives up there in CO, has gotten pretty frail this year, but wants to die at home and refuses to go to a nursing home. My dad's sister lived half a mile away but died of cancer last year, and his brother has been disabled for 30 years from a TBI, so he's only so much help.
We had dinner with them last night and they were talking about how they just can't handle the heat anymore and have been talking (I don't know how seriously) about moving back to CO.
Without getting into too much personal stuff, you hit on a lot of points I'm dealing with right now as well so I get it. As much as I bag on that part of the country, there are a lot more important things to life than the weather and amenities. I had one of the best times of my life in north Texas (but I was 19-22 yrs old so I could have been anywhere). A place is what you make of it.
Just remembered a joke; do you know why it's so windy in Wichita Falls? Because Texas sucks and Oklahoma blows
And let me guess: There's a bunch of stupid men running around in wool suits and neckties!
It's June in DC. I think you'd be surprised by the amount of dudes running around in mini-skirts and heels
It's June in DC. I think you'd be surprised by the amount of dudes running around in mini-skirts and heels
That's at least a bit more sensible than wool suits and neckties - but mini-skirts are scary. You have to plan EVERYTHING you do in advance. Ask me how I know this...
Funny story, maybe.
I hurt my back, like can’t sit in a chair nerve pain hurt, happened last week. I’ve been a real PITA since. I work outside sales now, on the road constantly. Hard to heal when you need to sit and drive 10-16 hours a day and stand and talk with customers.
Finished up today and had a lot of stress / anxiety. End of month/ quarter and supply chain is about to make me have a psychotic episode with lack of work ethic, turnover etc.
Anyway, heading back to the hotel an it’s been a bitch of a day. I’ve got to pee but, there is a Culver’s near the hotel so I’ll grab dinner. A salad, I’m fat. Don’t judge me. Still have too pee, bad. Figure only a couple cars in line. Drive through. Took 15 mins to get a salad. I’m gonna to pee my pants.
Of course when I check in the hotel it’s over booked, I get downgraded. No biggie. Head to the world’s slowest elevator. Room is at far end of the hall. Farthest from the elevator. Think “The Shining” kind of deal. Get to the door, key card won’t open the door. Fuck, back to the world’s slowest elevator, ice machine sounds like a running faucet. I’m gonna piss my pants. Finally get in the elevator and turn around, picture on the wall of a waterfall. I laugh at the irony. I’m gonna fucking piss my pants. Get key card number two, repeat process, key card won’t open the fucking door. Now I’m pissed (no pun intended). Back to the front desk. Hotel employee follows me up. He’s key works. I bust through the door and damn near piss all over the bathroom while apologizing to him. Show him my key still does not work. He’s apologetic but I don’t care anymore.
He promises to fix it and come back up in a bit. I sit down to eat my fatty fat fat salad. No fucking dressing!!!! Back to Culver’s to get some.
Have a bottle of whiskey in my car as a gift for a customer tomorrow.
Hence the long winded rant. Customer isn’t getting whiskey tomorrow. Back feels a lot better.
I hurt my back, like can’t sit in a chair nerve pain hurt, happened last week. I’ve been a real PITA since. I work outside sales now, on the road constantly. Hard to heal when you need to sit and drive 10-16 hours a day and stand and talk with customers.
Finished up today and had a lot of stress / anxiety. End of month/ quarter and supply chain is about to make me have a psychotic episode with lack of work ethic, turnover etc.
Anyway, heading back to the hotel an it’s been a bitch of a day. I’ve got to pee but, there is a Culver’s near the hotel so I’ll grab dinner. A salad, I’m fat. Don’t judge me. Still have too pee, bad. Figure only a couple cars in line. Drive through. Took 15 mins to get a salad. I’m gonna to pee my pants.
Of course when I check in the hotel it’s over booked, I get downgraded. No biggie. Head to the world’s slowest elevator. Room is at far end of the hall. Farthest from the elevator. Think “The Shining” kind of deal. Get to the door, key card won’t open the door. Fuck, back to the world’s slowest elevator, ice machine sounds like a running faucet. I’m gonna piss my pants. Finally get in the elevator and turn around, picture on the wall of a waterfall. I laugh at the irony. I’m gonna fucking piss my pants. Get key card number two, repeat process, key card won’t open the fucking door. Now I’m pissed (no pun intended). Back to the front desk. Hotel employee follows me up. He’s key works. I bust through the door and damn near piss all over the bathroom while apologizing to him. Show him my key still does not work. He’s apologetic but I don’t care anymore.
He promises to fix it and come back up in a bit. I sit down to eat my fatty fat fat salad. No fucking dressing!!!! Back to Culver’s to get some.
Have a bottle of whiskey in my car as a gift for a customer tomorrow.
Hence the long winded rant. Customer isn’t getting whiskey tomorrow. Back feels a lot better.
Wait 20 yrs and you’ll develop a habit of noting where the closest bathroom is everywhere you go.
I’m already on that train. Just not as well practiced as I need to be. Have peed in many a random container on the road. Feel like an over the road truck driver that isn’t hauling anything some days.
Pro tip, nearly every hotel has a restroom in/near the lobby.
But, you really put the piss in piss and moan.
Glad you made it.
Was thinking this the entire read.
Excellent point. I was carrying my dinner and completely focused on the fact I couldn’t get into my hotel room. Lobby bathroom would’ve been a logical option. Had my brain been functioning.
At least no pants were peed in and I have something to laugh about.