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A Nation of Frustration...
7/25/2006 9:22 am
A Nation of Frustration...
Things don't always go as planned here in Russia. For whatever reason, frustrating thing occur and all you can do it just wonder "WHY?"
Tonight, I locked myself out of my Camp room. No biggy, really. This place is like a hotel and all one needs to do is go to the front desk and get another key for the electronic door. SIMPLE!
I tried the first key the receptionist gave me. Didn't work. Huh? Tried again. Nope! Once more. Not gonna happen.
So, I walk down 4 flights of stairs and tell the receptionist, "The key didn't work." She thought I was joking. Now, the women who work the front desk are very beautiful, but not so beautiful that I would LIE about my key not working just so I can chat them up. So, she reprogrammed the key and off I went, up 4 flights of stairs.
I tried the key. Um, still didn't open the door. Tried again. Nope. Tried a third time. The flashing "red" and green" light seemed to spell "M-O-R-O-N" in Morse code. Off I went to "chat up" the receptionist again. I took the elevator this time. ANd, there was no longer a smile on my face.
She was shocked to see me again. Now she seemed a bit worried, since I was no longer smiling and she knew this was not a joke. She left the front desk and came back with a box. "Your door needs to be reprogrammed," she stated as she headed to the elevator. WHAT?! WHY?! "I don't know," was her response, even though I had not uttered a word out loud. (How she do that?)
We both got to the room and she reprogrammed my door. The new key worked! Yeah. I immediately walked into the room, grabbed my old key and shut the door behind me. Old key no longer worked. Ugh. "Give me the old key and I will reprogram it. You can pick it up tomorrow." she offered. "Your new key is good for one day," she continued.
Well, I'm not an idiot. I've had one of these "one day keys before and after midnight, they tend not to work anymore. Which means I would go to breakfast in the morning and the key wouldn't work after I shut the door. ME SMART!
So, I said, "Let's go reprogram the old key NOW, so I don't have to deal with this anymore." She said, "Fine."
We went down stairs, she reprogrammed the old key, I tried the old key...and...didn't work. OY! New key still worked though.
I trudged down stairs and slid the key on the counter to her. "Doesn't work," I said restrained. She looked shocked again.
"Wait here," she told me and went to my door with the reprogramming box. She came back in a huff. Now, neither key worked. WHAT?! WHY?! "I don't know," was her response, even though I had not uttered a word out loud, again.
The Camp manager was curious and wanted to know what was going on. The receptionist still wanted to fix the situation her way. The Camp manager offered his master key. She was determined not to have to use it. She left again, came back and told him the situation. He asked for a room chart, looked at me and said, "You may have to stay in another room tonight."
I was stunned. WHAT?! WHY?! "Just the way it is, especially if they can't get your door open." He was a good as the receptionist.
"Nope," I said, "I have to get into my room tonight." "Then have a seat," he offered, "it might be a while." 30 minutes passed before the receptionist gave me a key that worked.
Moral of the story? There is none. This place can REALLY SUCKS sometimes...
7/25/2006 1:10 pm
Silly, it was the water damage. Either that, or your landlady wants to see your underwear again so she wants you to keep contacting her...|