As a rule, I try to be understanding. But as some point, too much is too much.
As I sat in the hotel room working on Tuesday evening, I could hear a commotion out in the hall. I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but already knew that there was a bit of renovation work going on at the hotel in preparation for the summer crowds. When we left the room the next morning, we were greeted with this:
A hallway with no carpeting but instead sticky, sticky floors. Okay, I can live with that. Noisy and not fun, but not awful. (Except some people said that their shoes were being torn apart by the sticky floors.)
Around 3pm, the situation worsened. Jack hammers. Right outside our door. So loud I couldn’t watch the presentation I had planned to watch. So loud my ears were ringing. And dangerous! We couldn’t leave the room without walking into an active construction zone where the workers didn’t see or hear us.
The hotel manager was very disturbed by this (for some reason he had no control over the renovation workers), and so he moved us to a room on a different floor. With a better view. I didn’t realize until we moved how much the noise had been bothering me. It was too much.
