I was rudely awakened this morning by someone upstairs who must be making the biggest renovation they allow in this apartment building, because he was at it all day yesterday. That's annoying, but fine, whatever, we all have days we have to hammer nails and make big noises and whatnot.
The difference today being, he started at eight in the fucking morning!
Seriously, is that not common sense? Would you like me to vacuum at midnight sometime? You do not run power tools and bang hammers before nine AM! You are not city construction workers, you are a neighbor and you are supposed to be more considerate than that! Gawd. Now I'm all groggy from not being able to get back to sleep for a full eight hours of sleep.
I finally got around to writing to Embassy Suites, a month after the
fire incident. I had to give them more personal information than I was comfortable with and their online form only allows 2000 characters maximum, but I coped and made my point in 1500 characters, so there. Maybe I should have sent them something via snailmail instead, but I've written letters so infrequently in my life that I'm not sure I remember how to do the whole envelope thing anymore.
Oh, fantastic. Because I mentioned Embassy Suites, I'm now getting ads for them on LiveJournal. I was mentioning them because they're bad, not because I want more of their product! This is going to be a fun day, isn't it?