On Friday it rained.
I had looked out the hotel window and saw the few odd people holding an umbrella and though, it's only 100 metres across two sets of lights to work.
After i had left the safety of the hotel lobby, and made it to the first light, it's started shitting down. Then i saw the people wearing knee high gumboots. I thought that was rather extreme, until i saw some kid practically get eaten alive by a 30cm deep puddle forming in pot holes on the road.
Good grief...
Anyway, Friday was the anxiously awaited day when i would move into my new apartment. I had debated whether or not i wanted to live in an apartment or in a starwood hotel ... (double points + 500 bonus points per night on Thursday - Sunday... ffs), but in the end, i figured i'd keep it simple, and opted for the apartment which my manager had booked me into.
Earlier in the day, I had found out earlier that my manager was receiving a referral bonus for putting people up at the hotel (*cough* kickbacks) and was rather worried i would be booked into a closest.
My worst fears were realised when i go to the new place and attempted to check in. The staff was surprised at my arrival and when i asked to check in, he flatly stated that no one was meant to be checking in today.
Ahhh ... the major cockup had decided to rear its ugly head when i had repacked my life into a suitcase and after i been transported to my new "home".
Anyway, the short of it was that head office forgot to send the paperwork through. 30 minutes later, i was sorted and i was escorted up to my apartment. My colleagues staying downtown were put up in to the new W residences and had very little space... my expectations were somewhat low and i feared the worst. when i opened the door i was confronted what appeared to be a dining/living room with a fold out table and a fold out bed.
Lovely ...
Further inspection revealed that there was a bathroom and a bedroom ... much to my relief. fold out bed turned out to be an actual sofa ... not a bad result.
Apartment appears to be fairly spacious... there's plenty of storage space so my message to my amex is rule number #18 of zombieland : limber up ... you're about to get a real workout.
Anyway ... time to unpack
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