I’m currently sitting in a beautiful suite in a resort hotel with access to two of my favourite things – but luxury version. The first, high-speed internet access – but in a quiet space that is not full of unsorted laundry, sippy cups and mountains of toys. The second, sleep – but in an enormous bed with high-quality linen and fluffy pillows and absolutely no chance that any little person will interrupt the snoozing.
For these reasons alone, I thought that this training program might feel like a vacation for me. But only now is it sinking in that this is not how it’s going to play out. We were “released” at 8 pm tonight. And tomorrow? Midnight. I asked if this was a typo. I mean, let’s be clear: I don’t even stay up until midnight on New Year’s Eve! Is this a joke? Apparently not. (Thankfully there is caffeine a-plenty here.)
As for the sleeping … well, I can hear the woman in the hotel room next door sawing logs. Not just that regular kind of snoring that you can eventually tune out like white noise. Rather, a sort of intermittant loud snorting that sounds like a large dog is sleeping on the rug beside my bed. But the worse part of trying to sleep in my fit-for-a-queen bed is that I don’t have my hubby to share it with. It’s a darn big bed.
The final topping on my “vacation” cake? There’s an exam on the last day. Wow, I missed that on the fine print.
No cake-walk here. So, on that note — nighty-nighty!
Midnight?! Seriously?!! Oh my, I can’t remember the last time I stayed up until midnight. As I’ve often said, my day peaks at around 10 am and begins a slow but steady descent toward bedtime from there. Yeesh!
Midnight!!! Holy crap… my brain turns off at 10.
What kind of training are you on?
I’d avoid the kool-aid. 😉
I would be sneaking out at 9pm and hope nobody noticed. Yikes!
I’m with with the rest of the peanut gallery? Midnight??? What the heck! My brain shuts off at about 2pm. By 8pm I’m in slack jaw in front of the TV mode. By midnight I am drooling on the pillow and praying in my sleep that the jellybean doesn’t wake up.
i have a conference in May. i so hope i don’t have the lumberjack in the room next to me. two words: ear plugs!
Just because it is a feat in and of itself, I need to announce that it is 19 minutes after midnight and I’ve just gotten back to my room. I survived! (and it was fun too … maybe I drank too much Kool Aid?)
I hope you’re racking up overtime for this? And you can always ask the hotel to move you somewhere not next to Laurie McSnorry, you know. How much longer is this “luxury vacation”???
XUP – you really gave away your government worker status with the “overtime” reference! Us non-gov types don’t know what the term overtime means .. hahah!