Random NutScraps Blathering for Tuesday...

I’m having an ergonomic evaluation tomorrow at work. Apparently the way I am sitting in my chair is causing all of my back problems. Seriously, three weeks ago I was popping Darvocet and Flexeril like candy just to get through the days… now, I’m only hurting while I’m at work. Am I allergic to my job?

L, at work, suggested I contact occupational health and have them come visit me. They call it an “ergo eval”… the gal I spoke with over the phone repeated it over and over… I started to think that she just liked the way her voice sounded when she said it. So, tomorrow, I get my ‘ergo eval’ at 11am. Hopefully this shooting pain running down my leg will cease.

I was thinking of other Vegas stories to tell… can you believe I’ve already let some of the best moments slip my mind?

We arrived at the hotel to (the Stratosphere) check in and tried to get an upgrade on our room (hoping we’d be closer to K and S) but were rejected, "all booked up" said the girl, so we trekked up to our room which was in a different tower from K and S. Once we got off the elevator we noticed something off, but continued on. Once I opened the door I realized what was ‘off’… we had been booked in a smoking room. I used to smoke… but my hotel rooms NEVER smelled the way this room did. It was clean and still smelled like the dirtiest, nastiest, after hours club you’d ever been in. It’s like they exhaled directly on the floor! I mean, with all new bed stuff, the carpet would be the thing that smelled so bad right? So I called the front desk. I’m a nice person; I’m very easy to deal with (meaning I don’t bitch and moan at the first person to answer the phone) so the front desk immediately offered us either a handicap non-smoking room or the option to upgrade to a higher priced room (wait, the front desk just told us we couldn’t upgrade… hmmm). SHD and I decided to upgrade, the new room is going to have a jacuzzi bathtub with high powered jets. What girl doesn’t like high powered jets, right? So, the bell boy brought up keys to our new room. We head over to the new room and as I’m opening the door… something else seems strange. Well, first the TV was on… and the place smelled like poop. I was really afraid I was walking in on another hotel guest watching TV while taking a crap in the bathroom… so I entered cautiously, yes... I still entered thinking this. Nobody was in the room, but it did smell like poop… the room hadn’t been cleaned and literally (I mean really) there was poop all over the toilet in the bathroom. Poop just doesn't smear on it's own on the toilet in the places this poop was smeared. GROSS! SHD told me not to even go in to see the “great bathtub” that sold us on the upgrade because he said it looked like “someone had eaten in it”. Once again, I called the front desk; I actually got the same gal on the phone and told her the deal… dirty room, smelly and gross. She apologized profusely and told us that she’d find another room, send the bell boy in first to make sure it was presentable and then have him bring us the new keys. A few minutes later, the same bell boy came to our room; this time escorted us to the new room using the employee elevators so we wouldn’t have to walk as far… we finally get to our new, clean room and that’s when we realized it… we were right down the hall (like 8 rooms) from K and S! SCORE!

That’s my hotel room story… tomorrow I’ll talk about the ESPN Zone and how I kicked everybody’s ass at bowling!