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smoking rooms and forgotten flight tickets

I stayed in a hotel in Dublin last night. The receptionist didn’t want to let me pay with the company credit card details I gave her (and used online to book the room) because I didn’t have the actual card with me. Bitch. So because I was annoyed I booked a smoking room (don’t ask). I’ve never stayed in a smoking room before. And this will definitely have been the last time. O.M.G. That room stunk! I could somehow see a gross old sleazy man with a huge beer belly lying on the bed with two prostitutes. That’s exaclty how it smelt. I stayed anyway and thought now that I have booked a smoking room I might as well have a cigarette. It’s really weird to smoke in a hotel room. It took me about 5min until I convinced myself that the smoke detector won’t go off and that the ashtray on the marble table must mean it is okay. I opened a window and sat next to it anyway.

My wake up call was at 4:30 am and by midnight I was finally dozing off. Then my phone rung. I thought it’s chris drunk dialling me. It wasn’t. It was the guy I am supposed to go to the job fair with and he told me he is on the way to Dublin but has forgotten his flight ticket along with all the other well prepared travel information I gave him the day before. Oh dear… Luckily, awesome as I am, I could sort him out. At least I think so. I’m supposed to meet him tonight in Kiel so we’ll see.