It’s been a really long time since I actually stayed in a hotel instead of with friends. And even longer since I stayed at one that caters to a more upscale clientele. So much to snark, so little time.
Just because you call it “massage soap” doesn’t mean it’s “massage soap.” Sorry, but making soap with half-circles on one side gives you a lumpy cleaning, not a soothing massage.
Ginger? Why not Mary Ann? Everything soap-like in the bathroom is made with some kind of ginger scent. I forgot my shampoo. No worries, there’s White Ginger Clarifying Shampoo, White Ginger Moisturizing Conditioner, and if you’re really not quite tired of the scent yet, White Ginger Renewing Body Lotion! Geez, I think I’m in a ginger commercial or something. And, oh—the soap is scented with white ginger, too.
I don’t think “Green” means what you think it means: Yeah, okay. I’m buying this. “As part of Hyatt’s commitment to conserve the environment, we will change bed linens and towels as necessary or upon request. If you wish to have your linens and towels replaced daily, please contact the hotel operator.” Shyeah. Like the Hyatt isn’t doing that to save themselves a ton of money.
That being said, it’s a pretty good hotel. I went to the gym last night and will probably swim instead of bike tonight. Turns out my Sprint broadband card isn’t nearly as slow here as in the wilds where Sarah lives, so I didn’t spring for the extra ten bucks per day for WiFi. Yeah, my company would reimburse me, but it really bothers me to waste money, even money that’s not mine. That’s why I’d make a terrible politician.
The second day of class was just as good as the first. It’s really nice being in a roomful of my peers, learning new and useful things. Even nicer to have my company paying for it. I spent a lot of money educating myself to get to this point. The Chubb Institute was not cheap. It’s nice to be rewarded for all that time and effort.