Dear Fellow Hotel Guest:
I noticed your noise and the stench of your cigarette smoke in this non-smoking hotel at about 7pm last night. Now, I realized it must have seemed like the night was young, but frankly my day was 13 hours old. I had 10 meetings yesterday, including 3 before 8 am.
So, being the reasonable person I tend to be, I called the hotel desk about the smoke and put in my ear phones to ignore the noise. That lasted until 9:30, when you decided to play Rock Band in your hotel room. I went down to the desk then.
You shut down Rock Band (Good choice!) and moved to the room on the other side of me. At 10:20 pm I realized that your living room area was behind my bed, and this was going to be a problem.
I know you must have thought I looked bitchy and harried, what with the bags down to my chin and the acne and the air of defeat, but I am a woman who has survived on a bit less than 20 hours of sleep in the last 5 days. We won’t talk about the final hour I logged into our time tracker yesteday. The number means that I am 200% allocated, and given my working hours, I can understand.
What I’m really trying to say is that behind the brittle smile, when I said “You and I need to negotiate.” I really wasn’t kidding. I really, really, really wasn’t kidding. And when I told you that “my day starts at 5:15 am and if you would like, yours can too.” I wasn’t being cute or bitchy or even, I think, frankly unreasonable, I was making a point.
I gave you 30 minutes to shut it down. I told you that I needed to be in bed by 11, and I would appreciate some quiet. If I didn’t get to bed at 11, I would make sure your day started with mine.
What’s that? Oh, I’m sorry. You chose (to quote a movie) “poorly”. You didn’t like starting out your morning with AC/DC? Huh. Sorry, the paylist called wake the dead on my iPhone is short. Yeah, I was surprised by how loud the plug in interface to the clock radio let it get.
I didn’t really have to have a 20 minute shower, and I suppose I could have banged by drawers less as I was packing. You are right, I absolutely didn’t need to bang into the walls and headboard quite as much and maybe I didn’t need to go into the kitchenette and bang those doors either. Definitely didn’t need to turn the TV on.
But, really, I should just point out, I told you last night I was going to be awake, and you needed to decide if you wanted to be too. Don’t mess with the 200% allocated woman. She’s short on time, patience, niceness and civility.
Now, if you will excuse me, it’s 6:30 am and I need to get ready for my first meeting.