Somehow the hotel (I’m convinced the building has a mind of its own) has discovered I wanted to stay somewhere else this trip. First it was the crazed channel flipping and random porn exposure on the TV. Then, the gift shop was out of calling cards so I couldn’t load my phone to call home. Now, the bathtub is broken! So much for my plans for a relaxing soak after work…

The maintenance staff will need to fix the faucets tomorrow. Hopefully they’ll read the note on my file that says I work nights and decend upon the room at a reasonable hour.

The guests are FIFA crazy and only Vince – our transplaced Filipino-Canadian desk clerk from Toronto – cared that Edmonton had lost the Stanley Cup in game seven.

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