I was in Mississauga Monday when I discovered that I was working in Toronto Tuesday and possibly Wednesday. I sighed (ok, I fussed) and reserved a room at a good downtown Toronto hotel for Tuesday night.

To avoid traffic, and to be able to meet my counterparts before my day started to get an idea of what exactly I was expected to be doing in the Toronto office, I took my taxi in from Mississauga at 6h30 and was at my hotel before seven. They had a clean room for me right away, so I took my key and went upstairs to leave my bag.

Hotel doors have heavy springs to make sure they shut behind you every time. To get in you need to arrange your bags right behind you, unlock the door, open it and immediately turn around to hold it open with your bum, then back into the room dragging your bags. As I was backing in I heard the radio, which I thought was not quite right for this particular hotel: usually they have the television on softly - an in-house channel with wildlife - for a little light and a little company for business travellers hauling themselves in late at night. Backing past the bathroom, I noticed a towel on the floor. Turning around, I saw a naked man holding his pants in front of him. He suggested that perhaps I had the wrong room? I agreed that perhaps I did and went down to the front desk to tell them that I needed a different room and that the gentleman I had just disturbed probably needed a phone call.

For the shock and consternation they caused me, I got a free upgrade to a junior suite with a complimentary fruit basket and mini-bottle of maple syrup. I don’t know what the poor naked man got: I hope a free room next time he stays at the hotel.

Have they no shame? Urging us on to burnout to prove our greatness?

Or perhaps it’s just one of those trendy defiant bi-polar “I don’t need meds” statements. Though I’ve never felt that Corporate Communications followed the mental health care fashions that closely.

—–Original Message—–
From: Corporate Communications
Sent: March 8, 2004 10:11 AM

THOUGHT OF THE DAY:
“Great men are meteors designed to burn so that earth may be lighted.” -Napoleon Bonaparte

[originally transmitted by e-mail March 10, 2004]

I asked Pat from IT for a new monitor yesterday morning and he brought me one. I also whined about my filthy keyboard and asked what I was supposed to do about it: take two hours out of my day to pop the key caps and scrub them in the sink? Leave a note for Housekeeping?

Pat said that he’d never heard of Housekeeping doing it, but he could get me a new keyboard. Somewhat miffed, I wanted to know if I was the only person in the organisation who managed to make her keyboard so filthy?

No, said Pat. Certainly not. But I was the only one in the organisation who wanted someone else to clean it for her.

Oh.

He brought me a new keyboard.

[originally transmitted by e-mail June 12, 2003]