I'm in Alaska, the state we most regret. I'm here as a contractor working at the plant where I used to work as an employee. It took me over a week to get a badge, even though I am in the system, because they couldn't figure out that my new company changed names last year. When I did get the badge, it identified me as still working for my old company, so go figure. Ah, The Last Frontier!
When I got here, the steaming pile of excrement with whom I made my lodging reservations informed me that he didn't have a place for me for the full month, and that he would be moving me sight unseen to a cabin across the river. I wasn't happy, but I was exhausted and needed to sleep, so I went with it. The next night, I was in bed at 9:30 pm, and this same lovely human shitstorm banged on my door. I didn't answer, so he called me and asked if he could come in and take photos of the furniture because the last renter damaged it. Again, I was tired and relented. The next morning, I found a room at a hotel and packed up my stuff. I called the corporate credit card company and had the charges removed.
The hotel only had a room for a week, so I made another reservation for a hotel further from work for the remainder of the time. The new hotel doesn't have a cooking plate, so I have to eat out every meal. They do have a restaurant on the property, but it only opens at 7 am and I have to be at work by then, so I have to cook oatmeal in a paper bowl instead. To top it off, I picked the exact week that they are remodeling the guest laundry, and I am writing this from a nearby laundromat, where America's Most Likely Meth Addict Children are playing nearby.
Other than that, Emperor Hirohito, Nagasaki and Hiroshima are doing well (to put a Pacific Ocean spin on it). I'm at least getting to charge my 40 hours per week to a customer, and the worst part of the commute is having to worry about moose pedestrians.
When I got here, the steaming pile of excrement with whom I made my lodging reservations informed me that he didn't have a place for me for the full month, and that he would be moving me sight unseen to a cabin across the river. I wasn't happy, but I was exhausted and needed to sleep, so I went with it. The next night, I was in bed at 9:30 pm, and this same lovely human shitstorm banged on my door. I didn't answer, so he called me and asked if he could come in and take photos of the furniture because the last renter damaged it. Again, I was tired and relented. The next morning, I found a room at a hotel and packed up my stuff. I called the corporate credit card company and had the charges removed.
The hotel only had a room for a week, so I made another reservation for a hotel further from work for the remainder of the time. The new hotel doesn't have a cooking plate, so I have to eat out every meal. They do have a restaurant on the property, but it only opens at 7 am and I have to be at work by then, so I have to cook oatmeal in a paper bowl instead. To top it off, I picked the exact week that they are remodeling the guest laundry, and I am writing this from a nearby laundromat, where America's Most Likely Meth Addict Children are playing nearby.
Other than that, Emperor Hirohito, Nagasaki and Hiroshima are doing well (to put a Pacific Ocean spin on it). I'm at least getting to charge my 40 hours per week to a customer, and the worst part of the commute is having to worry about moose pedestrians.