tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261183627726791341.post9071043546545045802..comments2024-03-08T03:15:51.487-08:00Comments on A Plethora of Postcards: The Worst Hotel I Ever Stayed InMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04077250414047064301noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261183627726791341.post-49709886966704879982009-10-14T07:31:14.245-07:002009-10-14T07:31:14.245-07:00I think that sometimes men do not even see the vul...I think that sometimes men do not even see the vulnerabilities that women notice, their perspectives are different because their fears are different. <br /><br />I once spent the night in a hotel in Naples where the door jambs showed that every room on our floor had been forced open with a crow bar. My boyfriend was not concerned at all and went right to sleep, while I dragged every bit of furniture I could over to bar the door. He still laughs about it to this day, and I still cannot fathom his reaction. In his eyes I am paranoid since nothing happened to us.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07313285626419216914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261183627726791341.post-51647217678475051802009-09-11T22:50:19.131-07:002009-09-11T22:50:19.131-07:00Fortunately, some clients are a bit more evolved. ...Fortunately, some clients are a bit more evolved. Back in CT, one of my clients invited me to stay w/ his family after there was an incident in my apt building. Unfortunately, there are still some disgusting hotels! Thankfully, even the lowest star Chinese hotel provides slippers. They have not figured out to manage the escorts who dial all the rooms looking for a male voice!Yolandanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261183627726791341.post-20801761641355832042009-09-09T15:56:42.935-07:002009-09-09T15:56:42.935-07:00Hi Mary--yes, this happened to me once in Las Vega...Hi Mary--yes, this happened to me once in Las Vegas. I was traveling with a client to a industry tradeshow. In the middle of the night, a fire closed down the hotel we were staying at. As an alternative, they moved us into a stripmall motel, complete with the flimsy windows and trucks that you describe in your post. In addition there were lots of odd noises in the adjoining rooms and people coming and going all night long. I remember being so freaked out that I slept in my clothes--would not even touch the bedsheets--and called my Mom in the morning in tears.Julienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261183627726791341.post-38014183820750540202009-09-09T07:16:53.413-07:002009-09-09T07:16:53.413-07:00It could be asking too much...poor little Mar!! Mo...It could be asking too much...poor little Mar!! Most of my working life was spent with ex Marines who didn't think a woman was worth as much as a man...although no one could do my job better than I could.<br />I remember telling my boss about you and he did not believe you earned so much. He really did not believe me.Shelbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04727215642890011583noreply@blogger.com