Curioser and curioser

Things just keep getting more and more interesting (i.e., crappy), folks. Who knew?

I stayed at the hotel rather than go to work because I felt like I was having a series of icepicks lovingly inserted into various parts of my belly and was trying to just sleep. Then I got a phone call from the female asst general manager from my old hotel. She was in the lobby of my new hotel and wanted to talk to me. While I was in the process of getting ready, Shamala called and told me that the general manager came to the office today WITH THE TV GUY. Yeah...so he now knows where I work. Great. Just great. I told her that this asst manager was here to talk to me and she said that she would call and tell her not to bother. I told Shams that I might as well just talk to her and let her know exactly what happened.

The manager was very nice and bought me flowers as a token (of course I still haven't gotten the vase that I asked the front desk for, so who knows if they will still be alive in the morning). I told her what transpired and it turns out that the guy did something wrong from the very beginning - he closed the door to the room and didn't have a female staff person along. That is strictly prohibited. She wants to turn this guy over to the police for this. Unless the laws are radically different over here, I don't see what they can do to the guy. Turns out also that our travel person told their management team that it had all happened on Friday, not Thursday and that she couldn't tell anyone because all the managers had gone home. Talk about revisionist history.

The manager took my damaged clothes with her in the hopes that she could get them fixed by "the best laundry in Bangalore." She will hopefully return them to me on Tuesday. We'll see. Sounds like she will actually compensate me for their real value if she is unable to get them fixed. She also offered me free meals this visit and/or a free stay the next time. It was really funny to me - she said that I had been really polite about the whole thing; she would have slapped him and kicked him out of the room, etc. I explained that I am old enough to know what he was trying to do and I would have hurt him if he had tried to touch me, that I figured that he would leave once the room service guy came and that he wouldn't come back.

At least the intestinal cramps subsided long enough for me to talk to this woman. The really crappy part is that I was feeling like I could work this afternoon and the internet at the new hotel was out. Now that the internet is back up, they have started again.

Now there's a new kink in the works. Turns out that my stay isn't supposed to last more than 14 days. Ummm...what? It's not like the length of my stay was a mystery before I left or anything. Part of me would be happy to pack up and be gone tomorrow. I'm feeling really discombobulated. The other part of me wants to stay for the whole time and really do my best for the team, you know? Ah...what a wonderful thing an overdeveloped sense of responsibility is ;)

I will most likely get an approval for an extension and stay until the scheduled end of my trip. If not, rest assured that I will let you all know when to expect my sorry ass back in Seattle, dear readers. I love and miss you!