Work-A-Thon Part Deux: Orlando
Universal Orlando Resort:
A theme park resort in Orlando, Florida. It is a joint partnership between NBC Universal and The Blackstone Group. The resort consists of two theme parks (Universal Studios Florida and Universal's Islands of Adventure), Universal CityWalk (a nighttime entertainment destination), and three Loews hotels.
This was what I called home for more than 5 days and nights.
Arriving at the hotel around 11pm very tired and cranky, I was given the key to my room with the room number written on the outside of my folio. After walking through the piazza, past the harbor and down the seemingly never-ending hallway I came to my room- 1188. Just as it said on my folio.
I remember it like it was yesterday – I took out my key, slid it into the door and saw the yellow light blink at me. As we all know, green means go, red means stop and yellow means slow down. So I tried my card again, this time slower, and it blinked yellow again. I tried a 3rd time even slower, with no difference in the result. At this point I start to become mad. I have stayed in many hotels and have never has this much trouble getting in to my room. Just as I start to curse the fake Italian door, a very attractive, small hispainic woman opens the door wearing nothing other than a robe and a smile. Completely caught off guard I nearly fall over my suitcase in the hallway. Horrificly embarassed assuming I have come to the wrong room I immediately turn bright red as I look down at my room key. Still in shock I do a double take of the number on the door and the number I am holding. Both match! How could this be? Did they put us in the same room? Is my employer so cheap that they will put me with strangers to save a few bucks??
The woman, who I soon learn is Mrs. Martinez, insists I come in to use the telephone. The lobby is about a 10 minute walk away (as I previously mentioned) and I am even more tired and cranky at this point. So, I accept her offer and come in to use the phone. Just as I step into the bedroom area I am introduced to Mr. Martinez, a very large, very nice, hairy chested man also wearing nothing other than his robe.
I immediately call the front desk and as the phone rings Mr. Martinez breaks the ice suggesting I ask for a cot while they figure out where my room is. In that instance he took that moment from being on of the most uncomfortable to one of the most amazingly bizarre funny events ever.
A theme park resort in Orlando, Florida. It is a joint partnership between NBC Universal and The Blackstone Group. The resort consists of two theme parks (Universal Studios Florida and Universal's Islands of Adventure), Universal CityWalk (a nighttime entertainment destination), and three Loews hotels.
This was what I called home for more than 5 days and nights.
Arriving at the hotel around 11pm very tired and cranky, I was given the key to my room with the room number written on the outside of my folio. After walking through the piazza, past the harbor and down the seemingly never-ending hallway I came to my room- 1188. Just as it said on my folio.
I remember it like it was yesterday – I took out my key, slid it into the door and saw the yellow light blink at me. As we all know, green means go, red means stop and yellow means slow down. So I tried my card again, this time slower, and it blinked yellow again. I tried a 3rd time even slower, with no difference in the result. At this point I start to become mad. I have stayed in many hotels and have never has this much trouble getting in to my room. Just as I start to curse the fake Italian door, a very attractive, small hispainic woman opens the door wearing nothing other than a robe and a smile. Completely caught off guard I nearly fall over my suitcase in the hallway. Horrificly embarassed assuming I have come to the wrong room I immediately turn bright red as I look down at my room key. Still in shock I do a double take of the number on the door and the number I am holding. Both match! How could this be? Did they put us in the same room? Is my employer so cheap that they will put me with strangers to save a few bucks??
The woman, who I soon learn is Mrs. Martinez, insists I come in to use the telephone. The lobby is about a 10 minute walk away (as I previously mentioned) and I am even more tired and cranky at this point. So, I accept her offer and come in to use the phone. Just as I step into the bedroom area I am introduced to Mr. Martinez, a very large, very nice, hairy chested man also wearing nothing other than his robe.
I immediately call the front desk and as the phone rings Mr. Martinez breaks the ice suggesting I ask for a cot while they figure out where my room is. In that instance he took that moment from being on of the most uncomfortable to one of the most amazingly bizarre funny events ever.
I got so comfortable while I wasited I almost sat down on the bed to hang out with them. Finally, the manager came back on the phone profusely apologizing for the mistake, telling me my room was actually 1186!! I immediately hang up on the girl mid-sentence, thank the Martinez’s for letting me use their phone and let them know if they need anything I am just next door.
It is now 11:30pm and I am FINALLY in MY room. I get into bed, set me wake-up call to Spiderman and pass out. Spidey woke me up at 6:30am and I was ready to get the Green Goblin.
Other highlights from Orlando included meeting a few Avatar’s. If you’re not familiar with them check this website out. http://www.avatarepc.com/ They were super nice, but the barrage of personal questions topped of with the extended two-hand handshake really freaked me out. I was not about to drink the Kool-Aid.
To complete the day, a rotund half dressed drunk guy stumbled up to our registration desk and asked us if we could show him to his room. As enticing as this was we directed him to the front desk with the encouragement that they would be able to help him best.
It is now 11:30pm and I am FINALLY in MY room. I get into bed, set me wake-up call to Spiderman and pass out. Spidey woke me up at 6:30am and I was ready to get the Green Goblin.
Other highlights from Orlando included meeting a few Avatar’s. If you’re not familiar with them check this website out. http://www.avatarepc.com/ They were super nice, but the barrage of personal questions topped of with the extended two-hand handshake really freaked me out. I was not about to drink the Kool-Aid.
To complete the day, a rotund half dressed drunk guy stumbled up to our registration desk and asked us if we could show him to his room. As enticing as this was we directed him to the front desk with the encouragement that they would be able to help him best.
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