Am having a very angry day so far; idiots on the internet, the greedy hotel manager refuses to call to have the Internet line repaired. ("It's down a little bit." It's either working or it's totally down, no little bit about it.) He reset it four times after which, lo and behold, it's STILL not working, tells me to go to another room. Ok. I'm leaving tomorrow so obviously I don't want to move-move, just use the Internet. It works great.
Manager calls then comes over to ask me when will I be done with the Internet, as if. I said I'm not ready to be done now, what's the problem? He said that I had to go back to my old room in case he needed to rent this room. Oh. So, I no longer have access to services offered per your advertising? Btw, this MIGHT be high season for Flagstaff but this place has three guests. Not only that, at no point in time did the manager specify/ask any time limit. He stomped off, muttering under his breath; I'm hoping he doesn't call the police or maybe it's better if he does: neither room's smoke detector has a working battery indicator light. Do hardwired ones blink?
I admit I have no sympathy for this guy. When I first called about renting a room for a week, he quoted me $200. When I arrived 10 minutes later, the price was--surprise!--$250. When I pointed out that he'd told just 10 minutes before that it was only $200, he hemmed and hawed but when he saw I wasn't budging, he acquiesced. The week's up so I decided to stay just one more week; you'll never guess the rate: yup. $250. I asked how it was that he could change the rate at any time with no notice; he insisted that it was peak season so it was $250. I said okay and that I'd be leaving instead. Instantly, the price was back to $200. Now I don't know if I look stupid or if it's inherent to treat women poorly in his culture (he's Indian/Pakistani-appearing w/ accompanying accent) but this was really blatant chicanery to me. Would I feel better to know he tries this scam on others? No. JSYK, I wasn't born in this country, either; it's not racial/cultural dislike on my part, rather, dislike of thieves.
I also informed the manager that the phone connection was iffy; the cord from the phone to the handset has issues. Get this: I tried to call the VA Suicide Hotline for help in trying to see what I can do. This roadtrip to TN isn't going so well; can last about 3-4 hours before Mr. Panic rears his ugly head. I then find a cheap motel and hide for at least two weeks. My money isn't going to last me at this rate. In fact, I'm not even sure how much I have anymore.
So what does that say about me that I cannot even keep the Suicide Hotline guys on the phone? There's some irony in that, I'd say.
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