Oh the rock star lifestyle of hotel dwelling, if only they knew. The restaurants, the bars and the lack of responsibilities must surely fuel a hedonistic life, don’t they? I walked into the hotel, shattered, yesterday afternoon. As I passed through the foyer I saw a massively overweight man leaning on his stick. This is a regular and one who lives to his surroundings.
Every night drinking wine and eating rich food, followed by full English, takes its toll on a body. I don’t doubt that the weekly excess is ‘broken’ by a weekend of even more excess at home. There are not many who live like this. Then we have the ‘one nighters’ the people that have one or two nights out a week. For them dinner and a few beers is their ‘reward’ for not making it home.
For me, and most of my colleagues, the hotel is just an awkward home. As I reached the room I kicked off my boots whilst powering up my laptop. A cup of tea some documents reviewed and a couple of work calls. Then email catch up from the day and a couple of hours on a spreadsheet development. A health shake, exercise and a bath left me half an hour to read before sleep and a 5am rise.
The call of the office means no breakfast before work. Although I do manage a cup of tea in the room with my greatest luxury (fresh milk). That is the true story of hotel living for most of us. We just rent a room above a nice bar and a nice restaurant.