One thing I do notice about being homeless is that there hasn't been a single day where I haven't done ANYTHING. Perhaps it's just coming out of a depression, but I've been out and about, feeling things, doing things, etc...
So continuing the updates and we'll see how I blog today. Don't have too much to talk about as far as the day to day, but who knows, when the screenplay gets written, I'll be glad I remember this, right?
(Day and thoughts on the flip)
One thing that was very nice yesterday was NOT getting a single phone call. Been on my phone so much recently, I've begun to dread the sound of my ringtone... which of course I picked because I liked it, but now, well, it's rather grating. I don't think I can ever really enjoy a ringtone for any length of time, because once I get the first collection agency call, the whole experience is rather screwed.
So headed home after the diary. Bought some shampoo because... ok, time to rant about something I shouldn't be ranting about because it's free, but at the same time, this is a bit of bullshit.
The hotel I'm in has come by every 2 days with towels. I'm out of the hotel for the entire day, and yet I had to complain about the fact that there was no housekeeping. I got the answer that the housekeeper has a broken foot, and as a result can't climb stairs, so her assistant is doing it. There's no shampoo, no soap, etc. And they're charging the people who are helping me more than one and a half times what I paid for a Motel 6, which came by every day without fail, made the beds, emptied the cans, and replaced the soap.
Look, I don't mind taking out my own garbage, but if you're going to ask me to do it, can you at least provide me with a trash bag to replace the one I'm dumping? There was some rather gross slime in the one that was in the room in the first place. And the AC doesn't work, and there's a freaking cigarette burn in the blanket. Yes, I'm being VERY picky, but when I have to sleep with the window open because of how hot it is in the room, I really love it when the restaurant next door dumps their trash loudly right outside the window loudly. And AAAAAALLLL Night Long...
Ok, that was a rant, but it makes me feel good to do it. Reason being is that I have stayed silent about things for quite some time, and once in a while it's a good thing to state clearly what the problems I'm experiencing are. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that Gateway Inn in Seaside is one of the least pleasant experiences I've ever had with a hotel. At 90 bucks a night I would NOT choose to stay here. Especially in Seaside, when I had a hotel that I was much happier with in Marina.
But it's paid for, so I shouldn't complain, right? And that, right there has been my guiding principle for the last couple years. Course, I've noticed that much better things have happened when I don't just accept what I'm told by people who claim to have my best interest is necessary. Take that how you want it... and go Bernie.
Honestly, yesterday was pretty sedate. The problems I'm experiencing now are really minor compared to where I was. I'm definitely climbing the hierarchy of needs. After I finish here, going to get the cooler with the kids, make our list of trip snacks, and get ready for the food/ice shopping trip tomorrow.
And when I get out of here, I'm never coming back. I truly do not like this town. I only kept coming back here because I was desperate. Desperation Is a bad choice to make decisions. You try to come up with a solution that answers the problem NOW rather than truly fixing the problem.
12:31 PM PT: And just because taking myself too seriously is something I should never do, here's a song that sums up today's diary.
2:12 PM PT: Ok, on my way out now. Won't be able to do my final pre-trip update till after about 1 tomorrow, so see you then.