So, I was reading reviews of my hotel on tripadvisor. And, well ... I'm pretty fucking terrified of it. The reviews have mentioned everything from not-working TVs and internet (see, no point in taking the laptop with me) to closed bars and no room service to broken equipment in the fitness center to dirty rooms and bathrooms to BEDBUGS AND FLEAS.
Look, I know the rooms are going to be minuscule. I'm okay with that. Room service is ridiculously expensive and I wouldn't use it anyway. And I'm okay with the place being old. But dirty? DO NOT WANT. I'm not really high maintenance or anything, but dammit, I want a clean hotel room.
I know I'm being a big baby about this, but I really don't want to go. New jobs are stressful enough, but add in the fact that I'm having to travel right away and it's almost a little too much. Plus, I kind of feel like they're just throwing me to the wolves. No one has explained expensing or anything like that. It damn well better be okay for me to take a cab to my hotel from the airport. How do I get reimbursed for my subway fare? God, and I'm going to eat horribly all week.
At the end of the day, I'm sure I'll have a lovely time. I'm really looking forward to being able to spend some time with my aunt and uncle. For whatever reason, my mom gave me a hundred bucks to take with me. I wonder how much she's giving my sister for her trip to Greece and Turkey? She'll probably use her money for something other than drinking. But that's where my cash is going.
I'm taking a wee notebook with me to take notes for a wrap-up blog post when I return. My camera is all charged up and ready to go, too. I'll miss you guys!