You Can Find Me in The AAAAA...
I made to ATL last night at about 10:30. I started leaning wit it and rocking wit it as soon as I got off the plane. LOL!
This guy that works with me in our African American Network (group we have within the company) picked me up from the airport. Of course, we got turned around leaving the airport. Mapquest and their suspect ass directions! I know ATL is fast paced and upwardly mobile, but I still felt uncomfortable being lost at 11 at night in the south. This is the south!
I finally made it to the hotel. I'm staying at the Omni and the CNN Center for those of you that know ATL. I packed everything, but the kitchen sink, so imagine my relief when the bell hop immediately came out to grab my bag. Especially after he told me that we were in the South Tower and they close the front desk at 10, so we have to walk allll the way to the North tower to check in. If I had to carry my bag they would have found me somewhere between the North and the South laid out on the floor with my bag on top of me. So, me and the talkative Bell hop make the trek across the hotel to the other tower. I must admit the Omni is impressive in it's decor, but I was less impressed when I made it to my room.
After leaving the front desk and being told that my room was actually in the South Tower...WTF...me and the talkative bell hop walk to my room. I open the door and we walk in double beds (I'm suppose to have a king) and half eaten food on the table and a blanket and towel on one of the beds. What the hell! So, immediately the bell hop gets on the phone and complains and they immediately give him another room number. We walk to my new room that he now has to open for me with his "skeleton key". You know that made me uncomfortable right. I went through a very tramatic event when I was living in STL that I have yet to blog about, so seeing him with access to my room sent a chill down my spine. I asked him about it and he said that he had access to all rooms. Eyebrow goes up. So, we drop my stuff and head back down to the front desk to get my new key. Mr. Talkative is telling me how he's about to get off and go to another job, so you know I'm thinking about him going back to my room and stealing my laptop or worst...popping in on my while I sleep. I'll tell my STL story one day when I'm ready to share. Anyway. When I get to the front desk to get my key...Mr. Talkative didn't come back with me...I bombarded the guy with a bunch of questions about his ability to get in my room. He did very little to reassure me that Mr. Talkative was trust worthy. He actually looked at me like I was crazy. Which I probably am. I mean, I'm sure it's common practice for them to have access to rooms, but this is the first time I saw it with my own eyes. I know they have keys to clean, etc, but out of sight out of mind. Needless, to say I put the extra lock on the door that night.
You guys should be proud of me. Instead of going back down to the bar where it seems a party had commenced, I unpacked all my belongings, took a shower and got in the bed. It took everything out of me not to go and scope the bar. While I was checking in I kept looking over my shoulder to see what they were doing. It was loud and humming with conversations among black people. Shit, admittedly I am on a subconcious mission. My roommate told me, as she was dropping me off at the airport, not to find any strange men. My response in true Samantha fashion was, "If I'm lucky!"...LOL! There will be a plethora of eligible, educated, fine, heterosexual black men at the convention and staying in this hotel from all over the country. I would be so lucky...or should I say...He would be so lucky!
So, I sit here at 10 in the morning drinking a cup of Joe trying to figure out what my plans are going to be for the remainder of the day. All of my co-workers get in town this afternoon, so I'm sure we will have lunch. Later tonight, the entire recruiting team from my company and our parent company are having dinner at McCormick and Shimcks. It's about 20 of us total. So, that should be interesting and a networking opportunity within itself.
I'll holler at you guys later...
Smooches :)
This guy that works with me in our African American Network (group we have within the company) picked me up from the airport. Of course, we got turned around leaving the airport. Mapquest and their suspect ass directions! I know ATL is fast paced and upwardly mobile, but I still felt uncomfortable being lost at 11 at night in the south. This is the south!
I finally made it to the hotel. I'm staying at the Omni and the CNN Center for those of you that know ATL. I packed everything, but the kitchen sink, so imagine my relief when the bell hop immediately came out to grab my bag. Especially after he told me that we were in the South Tower and they close the front desk at 10, so we have to walk allll the way to the North tower to check in. If I had to carry my bag they would have found me somewhere between the North and the South laid out on the floor with my bag on top of me. So, me and the talkative Bell hop make the trek across the hotel to the other tower. I must admit the Omni is impressive in it's decor, but I was less impressed when I made it to my room.
After leaving the front desk and being told that my room was actually in the South Tower...WTF...me and the talkative bell hop walk to my room. I open the door and we walk in double beds (I'm suppose to have a king) and half eaten food on the table and a blanket and towel on one of the beds. What the hell! So, immediately the bell hop gets on the phone and complains and they immediately give him another room number. We walk to my new room that he now has to open for me with his "skeleton key". You know that made me uncomfortable right. I went through a very tramatic event when I was living in STL that I have yet to blog about, so seeing him with access to my room sent a chill down my spine. I asked him about it and he said that he had access to all rooms. Eyebrow goes up. So, we drop my stuff and head back down to the front desk to get my new key. Mr. Talkative is telling me how he's about to get off and go to another job, so you know I'm thinking about him going back to my room and stealing my laptop or worst...popping in on my while I sleep. I'll tell my STL story one day when I'm ready to share. Anyway. When I get to the front desk to get my key...Mr. Talkative didn't come back with me...I bombarded the guy with a bunch of questions about his ability to get in my room. He did very little to reassure me that Mr. Talkative was trust worthy. He actually looked at me like I was crazy. Which I probably am. I mean, I'm sure it's common practice for them to have access to rooms, but this is the first time I saw it with my own eyes. I know they have keys to clean, etc, but out of sight out of mind. Needless, to say I put the extra lock on the door that night.
You guys should be proud of me. Instead of going back down to the bar where it seems a party had commenced, I unpacked all my belongings, took a shower and got in the bed. It took everything out of me not to go and scope the bar. While I was checking in I kept looking over my shoulder to see what they were doing. It was loud and humming with conversations among black people. Shit, admittedly I am on a subconcious mission. My roommate told me, as she was dropping me off at the airport, not to find any strange men. My response in true Samantha fashion was, "If I'm lucky!"...LOL! There will be a plethora of eligible, educated, fine, heterosexual black men at the convention and staying in this hotel from all over the country. I would be so lucky...or should I say...He would be so lucky!
So, I sit here at 10 in the morning drinking a cup of Joe trying to figure out what my plans are going to be for the remainder of the day. All of my co-workers get in town this afternoon, so I'm sure we will have lunch. Later tonight, the entire recruiting team from my company and our parent company are having dinner at McCormick and Shimcks. It's about 20 of us total. So, that should be interesting and a networking opportunity within itself.
I'll holler at you guys later...
Smooches :)
posted by Ming Houser, Realtor at
8:58 AM
9 Comments:
Have fun and network ;)
MEet some fine, sexy straight men and bring them on home and make sure they got some brothers or cousins for me.....maybe you'll meet Mr RIght downt here u never know :) have fun...have a mojito for me
Girl, have fun! And go get you some! HAHAHA Just make sure he's straight -- all the way straight. I heard about them Atlanta cats! LOL
Once again you bypass New York on one of your trips. That's ok. Have fun anyway.
Like BZ said, I'd suggest you not pick up a local.
Get drunk for me tonight!
KZ
Hey, get at me when you and RD go out. I'll email you when I get home tonight.
Look at you girlie, traveling everywhere!!!
I wanna got to the AAAAA, in due time, in due time....
Umm, you making me all nervous with that skeleton key and the STL trip....
I never thought about it like that...but damn, sleep with yo knifework under your pillow....
I would like to think you can get a good night's sleep, but hell...
Aren't there door latches you can lock?
Put a chair under the door handle or something....
Enjoy it. Definitely enjoy it.
You aren't crazy or paranoid and it is the responsibility of the hotel to make you feel safe.
Have fun in ATL! Wish I was there.
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