The nice thing about staying at a hotel is generally the window coverings block all incoming light in the mornings and, if your room is on a higher floor, away from the elevators, it can be pretty quiet. No light + no sound = sleeping in late. Normally, I am used to the sound of the morning newspaper hitting my glass block wall on the front porch with a loud THUD. A certain cat sticks her whiskers in my face, meows and licks my forehead. Something generally wakes me up.
But not this morning. This morning I slept in because I was at The Fairmont in San Jose. Just who do hotels think they are fooling by their stupid little signs that tell us if we want to preserve the environment, we should hang up our own towels and reuse them? That's a perk of staying at a hotel. You get fresh towels. You're not supposed to trade guilt for green.
I also did not have a computer in my suite. I picked that particular suite when I made the reservation because it promised me a computer. Not merely high-speed internet access, it promised a computer. Because today is Saturday, we don't get a newspaper, either. We have to go down to the lobby to get a paper. But do these things bug me enough to complain about them? There are more important things to be annoyed about such as why are there no dim sum restaurants within walking distance in downtown San Jose? And why did I not receive a couple of short sale offers that were supposed to be emailed to me last night?
Well, I know why. Because the agents had to go back to their buyers and ask those buyers if they really wanted to buy that short sale. You'd think this would be a conversation that agents would engage in upfront with their buyers, but apparently not. I wonder what they talk about when they write those offers in the first place? I mean, are we order takers? Does a buyer say, "Here's a deposit," and do we say, "Then, sign here." I thought the days of "press hard, third copy is yours," were over.
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