I have played bridge every day, twice a day. I want to sleep in and lounge around in my pajamas. I want to read my emails, twitter and facebook before my feet hit the floor in the morning. I don’t want to put on makeup and comb my hair.
And that was the good part of the day.
My original blog for today is not fit for public consumption. I am steaming mad and I have nowhere else to vent. I just found out that we are being moved from our current passenger room to a staff room, located as far forward in the bow as it is humanly possible to go. Our current location is bad enough, the room isn’t even on the map. We are moving to a small staff room, barren and with a tiny porthole, in the bow of the ship. Where there is the worst ride. You can feel every little movement.
We were originally assigned to room 405, not our current room 421; we wound up in 421 because they used room 405 for the storage of Christmas decorations, which they plan to off load in Buenos Aires. I went into this cruise with low expectations, but was pleasantly surprised with the regular guest room. I suppose we were lucky to get a passenger room for the first segment, but it is almost worse when you expect the worst and get something nice and then have the nice taken away and you are given the worst. Oh sorry, chump, our error. I AM MAD.
I am mad that I am here where I have no control over what happens to me.
And there is nothing we can do about it. Michael talked to the cruise director, who SAID he would see if there was something he could do, but not to count on it. We have to move on embarkation day, which means we will be delayed and miss precious time in Buenos Aires.
So I am in a bad mood. I have to remember not to take it out on the passengers as they have nothing to do with this. Michael is not happy either, but at least he is stoic about it.
At least the weather and seas have been pleasant the past few days.
And that was the good part of the day.
My original blog for today is not fit for public consumption. I am steaming mad and I have nowhere else to vent. I just found out that we are being moved from our current passenger room to a staff room, located as far forward in the bow as it is humanly possible to go. Our current location is bad enough, the room isn’t even on the map. We are moving to a small staff room, barren and with a tiny porthole, in the bow of the ship. Where there is the worst ride. You can feel every little movement.
We were originally assigned to room 405, not our current room 421; we wound up in 421 because they used room 405 for the storage of Christmas decorations, which they plan to off load in Buenos Aires. I went into this cruise with low expectations, but was pleasantly surprised with the regular guest room. I suppose we were lucky to get a passenger room for the first segment, but it is almost worse when you expect the worst and get something nice and then have the nice taken away and you are given the worst. Oh sorry, chump, our error. I AM MAD.
I am mad that I am here where I have no control over what happens to me.
And there is nothing we can do about it. Michael talked to the cruise director, who SAID he would see if there was something he could do, but not to count on it. We have to move on embarkation day, which means we will be delayed and miss precious time in Buenos Aires.
So I am in a bad mood. I have to remember not to take it out on the passengers as they have nothing to do with this. Michael is not happy either, but at least he is stoic about it.
At least the weather and seas have been pleasant the past few days.
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