We are so over this job search. Ugh. WanderPapa is back from Shanghai and, while he had some good meetings, he only really has one proper job prospect. He has a 3rd interview on the phone with the US on Wed. Fingers crossed. While Bangkok interviews went well earlier in the week, there is silence on the next step from the decision makes. Ugh.
My trip with kids down here was fine. They were great overall. Quiet on the 3 hour van ride, just sort of crazy at the airport, and fairly good (WanderGirl slowly losing it) on the plane. WanderBoy puked right into a trash can, no muss no fuss.
The only difficulties in the 7 hour journey happened in the last hour. Here begins my rant about my formerly beloved Best Western Amaranath. The representative was not waiting for us…again. A random hotel rep that I saw called him for me. When he arrived he said the minibus would arrive in 25 minutes. I was pissed — why the hell are we staying at an ‘airport hotel’ if it will end up taking us 40 minutes (15 travel time + wait) to get there? I’d have been better off booking in the center.
Then the 15 minute check-in nightmare. We arrive at the hotel. TWO couples beat me and kids up to the desk where there is one person waiting to check in. The kids were over-tired and going nuts: climbing, running, yelling, jumping on furniture. And these child-less assholes are slowly checking in, not letting me ahead of them. Over the din, one old man was arguing about the cost of breakfast. Who are these people?
Get to the room and there is no baby bed — had to call twice. Everyone is so slow and leisurely. Final beef: the freakin TV went on full-blast in the middle of the night. This has happened here before. This hotel is really nice but there are flaws that I had no patience for at the end of a long day.
The trip here overall was fine. I met some really nice people who distracted the kids with funny faces and inflight magazines. But I am still reeling from those clueless , self-centered people who couldn’t be bothered to give a struggling mom a break.
Now I’m going to let it go. But the stupid job search goes on…
