The plan for yesterday was to enjoy a comped night and the summer pedicure special at Talking Stick Resort (TSR).
Instead, I had a couple signs in the afternoon indicating spending the night maybe wasn't the best idea including spending 30 minutes looking for my credit card. I found that sucker hiding in a small notepad underneath my computer's keyboard.
Although I wasn't feeling it when I arrived, I decided to go ahead. If all else fails, keep the pedi appointment. As I'm leaving registration, valet guy finds me and asks what's wrong with the car's battery. It just died. My stress level is back up to about 75 on a scale of 1 to 10, and I need to decide how I'm gong to deal with this. Through a series of conversations, I find what I can do with the hotel's assistance and can have the AAA battery guy come out to the hotel in the morning.
After a relaxing pedicure and one fufu pineapple daiquiri, I decide to have the AAA battery guy come to the hotel in the morning. Meanwhile, I need to have security jump the car so valet can move it to valet parking. I run $20 + $10 in FSP through a machine and cash out $20.05 then go back to valet to deal with the car.
After waiting 10-15 minutes, security shows up and immediately has to tend to some collision in the parking lot. 15-20 minutes later, they're available to help me. By this time, I see this as a sign and I feel like Dorothy, clicking my heels saying I want to go home. I want to go home. I decide to leave. Security guy said I was smart to follow the signs and he wished more people would.
By the time I got home, I think my stress level was at 50 on a scale of 1 to 10. I was SO emotionally drained, I was in bed, lights out at 7:45 pm, asking myself, in what universe would I find myself doing this?
I woke up this morning knowing I made the right choice.
Today is a work out of the home office day doing administrative tasks. It's nearly 10:30 am and I haven't dealt with the car yet. I'll call AAA 2 hours before I'm ready to leave and will be good to go.
View from the 14th Floor
Instead, I had a couple signs in the afternoon indicating spending the night maybe wasn't the best idea including spending 30 minutes looking for my credit card. I found that sucker hiding in a small notepad underneath my computer's keyboard.
Although I wasn't feeling it when I arrived, I decided to go ahead. If all else fails, keep the pedi appointment. As I'm leaving registration, valet guy finds me and asks what's wrong with the car's battery. It just died. My stress level is back up to about 75 on a scale of 1 to 10, and I need to decide how I'm gong to deal with this. Through a series of conversations, I find what I can do with the hotel's assistance and can have the AAA battery guy come out to the hotel in the morning.
After a relaxing pedicure and one fufu pineapple daiquiri, I decide to have the AAA battery guy come to the hotel in the morning. Meanwhile, I need to have security jump the car so valet can move it to valet parking. I run $20 + $10 in FSP through a machine and cash out $20.05 then go back to valet to deal with the car.
After waiting 10-15 minutes, security shows up and immediately has to tend to some collision in the parking lot. 15-20 minutes later, they're available to help me. By this time, I see this as a sign and I feel like Dorothy, clicking my heels saying I want to go home. I want to go home. I decide to leave. Security guy said I was smart to follow the signs and he wished more people would.
By the time I got home, I think my stress level was at 50 on a scale of 1 to 10. I was SO emotionally drained, I was in bed, lights out at 7:45 pm, asking myself, in what universe would I find myself doing this?
I woke up this morning knowing I made the right choice.
Today is a work out of the home office day doing administrative tasks. It's nearly 10:30 am and I haven't dealt with the car yet. I'll call AAA 2 hours before I'm ready to leave and will be good to go.
View from the 14th Floor
