This past weekend my wife and I stayed in one of the worst hotel rooms. It is actually ranked third on my list of worst hotel rooms ever. For a few reasons it was not number one on my list of worst hotels.
First, it was quiet, which allowed my wife and I to at least get a good night’s sleep. Second, my wife said the sheets were clean and the bathroom was clean. Third, the hotel has a deal with a local pizza place which allowed us to get a great discount on great tasting pizza!
So, not a total loss. For me, the quiet night’s sleep was the most important thing. Plus, it was the cheapest hotel in the area.
However, here were the problems with our particular room at the Day’s Inn in Sharonville, Ohio:
I have stayed in worse hotels. But this one was quiet (very important). In addition, my wife and I did not see any roaches or other nasty bugs. With the state of disrepair within this hotel I checked for signs of roaches. But after a thorough search I did not find roaches or any other nasty bugs (very important).
When we took our shoes off to walk across the carpet in just our white socks, our socks DID NOT change another color. That actually surprised us because the room looked terrible. We stayed in a hotel last year in which the bottoms of our white socks turned a dark shade of grayish- brown.
My wife and I felt like it was pointless to complain to the management of the Day’s Inn. The room quality is a reflection of management quality.
Would my wife and I stay in this hotel again? No.
Would my wife and I recommend this hotel to others? No.
So what is the worst hotel you have ever stayed in? What made it terrible? Leave your thoughts in the comments below!
My hubby and I are embroiled in a “discussion”. Yep, discussion. On how much food I like to keep available at any one time vs the available space in the kitchen. The food has rather taken over the kitchen, and even taken over part of the garage. I’m not one of those end-of-the-world preppers! But I do believe in buying things when they’re on sale so that I don’t have to pay full price later. But there have been some good sales lately, so everything is rather overflowing with food. read more…
I like to walk though the house without stubbing my toe on something random left on the floor. Granted, that freedom will not be there on a regular basis when we have kids. But stubbing my toe on a can of green beans is not cool.
I like to walk into a house, sit at the table… and not have to clean the table. I do not feel like my wife is a hoarder… but I do feel like we have too much food (and too much other stuff). Part of our problem is that my wife and I moved from an 1800 square food house, into a 450 square foot house… so every inch of our home and garage are already maxed out.
We have plenty of canned food. And plenty of dried food. I would like the space for just emptiness actually. I am a minimalist. Less is more.
I feel like a safe amount of food is enough for a month (4 weeks) if there was no income to buy more food. We have at least 10 frozen chickens in our freezer. My wife and I easily have more than a month of food (except for milk and fresh foods). So how much food is too much? If you are brave enough to wade into this “discussion” then I would love to hear your thoughts.
*I apologize, I had trouble publishing this post. Every time I published it, it appeared blank on wordpress.com and I had to completely redo it. I kept saving it as a I went, yet it still appeared blank. Even the saved revisions appeared as blank. Why? I have no idea. This fourth attempt is short… but at least it appeared!*
So I was frustrated today. I had to buy my first pair of new jeans in over 6 years. Why? Because living in a small town creates interesting budget challenges.
I once lived in Colorado Springs, which is one of the 50 largest cities in the United States. I had no trouble going to the Salvation Army, Goodwill, or some other thrift shop to find a couple pairs of jeans which did not have heavy wear marks or holes. That is not true for me now living in a small college town. Here I found only a few pairs of jeans in my size… but they had holes in them. Maybe it is related to the economy being down. Maybe people simply cannot afford to donate good pairs of jeans. Maybe it had to do with the size of the town because there were more people in Colorado Springs who donated (but that seems to create a paradox because wouldn’t that mean there were also more people who needed clothing in Colorado Springs?)
Whatever the reason, today I was forced to buy new jeans.
Marathon training is great. But I was not expecting my legs to become too large for my pants. A nice problem. However, I did not realize how expensive it would be until I started to look for pants at the local thrift shops and failed to find a single pair. Today I spent more money on three pairs of new jeans than I have ever spent. Not cool… especially on the budget of a graduate student. Oh well…