Sunday, October 10, 2010

H2Oh My Goodness!

Okay, so when you go on vacation, it's probably a relaxing, rejuvenating time.


Trouble just hops on the next plane and follows me to my destination. 

For real, y'all.

So I seriously had two days off between May and August.  When you take into account that between those months my father had a stroke,escorted him to the emergency room twice, took him to various doctor appointments and therapy sessions, took two summer classes, trained one hundred teachers in a program for the school district, and changed grade levels, it made for a very busy summer.  And just the teensiest bit stressful.

Which is why I decided for my 30th birthday, I was going to the beach.  It had been six years since I'd gone to a beach.  And after that summer, I just wanted to be by myself.  I have the best family and friends, but I really wanted some time to myself.

And where does one go to be by yourself after a long, hard summer?  You go to Captiva Island, Florida.  It is one of the most beautiful places in the world, and the next island over (Sanibel) is one of the best islands for shelling. 

So needless to say, I was pretty psyched about my trip.  And the first 20 hours was unbelievable.  Just what I'd signed up for:
So after a very nice day of traveling and outlet shopping (Miramar, here's your shout out!), I retire to my room.  Since this was a Tuesday, TNT was doing a girl a serious favor and showing several hours of "Law & Order" reruns.  (Can we just have a moment of silence because it was canceled?  Big, sad sigh.)  Anyway, I put the tv on sleep at 9:45 and was fast asleep before the show went off.

Only to be awakened around 4:00 a.m. needing to use the restroom.  So after returning to the bed, something just wasn't right.  I laid there for a moment, trying to figure out what it was.  Finally, I pinpointed it down to the sound of water.  Thinking, "Silly, it's Florida, it rains everyday here," I tried to roll over and go back to sleep. 

Only to listen to the sound and think, "That sounds like it's inside the room."  Which was when I got out of bed, put on my glasses, and looked outside the window.  Not a drop of water was falling, yet I was definitely hearing something.  Which was when I turned on the light and completely freaked out.

In the sitting area of my room was a nine foot waterfall.  Falling directly on my laptop, which I just bought in June.  And my four day old Blackberry. 

(Not to mention it was saturating the carpet, the coffee table, the end table, and the couch.  But I was a little more concerned about my stuff 'cause I'm selfish like that.)

To my credit, I didn't scream or cry.  But I sure did wake up.  And grab everything and move it to the bed. 

Then, being a responsible patron, I called the front desk.  And that's when I about lost my temper.  Here's why:  

"Front desk."
"I'm in room 1832 and my ceiling is leaking.  BADLY." (Please note the proper grammar, even in the wee hours of the morn.) 
Bored voice: "So...?"
"I THOUGHT you'd like to know about it.  It's a really bad leak.  It got ALL OVER my computer and my Blackberry."
Bored voice: "Are you saying you want to move rooms?"
Irate voice: "Yes, I'd like to move rooms!"
Bored voice: "Alright.  I'll send security to move you." 

Let's take into account several things.  One, I have never called anyone in my life at 4:05 in the morning.  Two, I did not appreciate my call being responded to in a boring tone.  Three, I felt SO vindicated the security man showed up and told me he'd seen leaks at the hotel before, but never anything that bad.  (I mean, I'm talking about 9' waterfall.  No joke.)

So yours truly got the pleasure of moving rooms at 4:30 a.m.  Trouble was, the second room they put me in was not as nice as the first. 

So I figured with all the trouble I'd been through, I deserved (and there's not a lot I deserve in life, but this I did) a room as the first one.  Which after some discussion (that's another blog post) I got. 

So in 24 hours, I had three different rooms.  And once I finally got my third room (the one I lobbied for), I went to take a shower. 

Guess what?

No water.  Because it was directly under my old room.  And they'd turned off the water to it. 

Another call to the front desk. 

But two hours later I had water.  And clean hair. 

And life was good.

And friends, that was just the first day.  There's still more to come!  Stay tuned! :)

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