Room Service

So I find myself in a hotel room for a month. At first glance, I say it's pretty damn nice. The best hotel room I've stayed in. But then I remember that I have to live here for a month and that all those things that you take for granted while your on vacation are really important for those guys who wear suits and go to the continental breakfast in the morning and read the paper they slide under your door and condition their hair with one-use bottles. Families only come to hotels for vacation 2 months of the year. They're built for the workaholic businessmen who live off of job training powerpoint conventions.

But enough on that. The first day I stayed here, when I came back, I was surprised -- and delighted -- to find that the room looked exactly like it had the night before. The bed was made and they even stood the card up next to the pillows. And the weird things they do to your toilet paper and tissues they did.

So before I left for the day, I figured I'd test just how detailed they are. Flipped paper cover off the mouth-wash glass, ruffled up one towel, left the other slightly askew, and hid the card in a drawer. Would they find everything? Would they find the card, or just place a new one?

No, I realized they are not robots with scanners. For some reason I expected them to catch everything, and they failed. I thought if I switched the two chairs at the table, they'd put them back, even though they are absolutely identical and only the chairs no their difference.

I jumped in too fast. Next time I'll ease them into it. Start smaller.