The Bank sent me to prison...

The thought of staying in a hotel was wonderful when I first heard it. I mean, they clean my room, they do my laundry. How bad could it be?

However, this hotel has become a prison. You can't open the door for yourself without someone from the hotel jumping in to help. The guys who clean the room do a good job but in the process they move everything of mine around. The food is starting to taste like rubber (or maybe it always tasted like rubber and the intoxication of being in a nice hotel smothered the flavor earlier). The soap bars are wrapped in plastic thats impossible to un-wrap.

The hotel staff knows we work nights, so they know we are sleeping during the day, yet they insist on making all sorts of loud noises right next to our rooms. They wake us up to ask the same question over and over again. I didn't want fruits the first day. I didn't want fruits yesterday. And I DON'T WANT FRUITS TODAY, DAGNABIT!!!

Going from my room to the front door takes an hour because everyone who works at the hotel feels the need to stop you and ask a billion questions like how I am doing and how I like my stay.

If you can't tell, I miss home and I want to come back to America. I want my bed. I want my house. I want my toilet. I actually MISS cleaning my house and doing my own laundry and, if my mom asks you didn't hear this from me, but I actually miss making my own bed.

Only one more month left. Can't wait to come home.

On a side note, I just saw the weirdest thing. I was downstairs eating lunch and there was a lady sitting next to me. I don't know where she is from but if I had to guess I would say Germany or Switzerland. No no, that is not the weird thing. I am getting to it..jeez, hold your horses (I wonder how that expression came to be).

Well she orders a chicken sandwich with fries. She emphasise that she wants lettuce on the sandwich and a semi-cooked egg on it too. Well after the sandwich arrives she manages to eat every fry, one at a time, with her knife and fork. Then she uses her knife and fork to take the top bread off the sandwich, she pulls the egg off the sandwich and pulls the lettuce off the sandwich. Then she uses the knife to put the bread back on the sandwich. Then she very carefully, and what appeared to be very painfully, ate the sandwich with her knife and fork. When she was done all she had left was egg and lettuce. She then put her knife and fork down, grabbed the egg with her hands and dug in. Keep in mind the egg was semi-cooked so it was dripping all over the place. She licked her fingers and left. She didn't even eat the lettuce. Why would she order lettuce if she wasn't going to eat it? And why on earth would she eat a sandwich with a knife and fork and then eat the egg with her hands?

And to think, the world says America is full of crazy people.