So we call the union. Oops! They forgot. So, they advise we will be at the Bessbourough. Fancy, high class hotel built in the 30s. It's very impressive. I was thrilled. And then they called back. Guess what? That's right. No rooms there either. But, do not fear, we can go to the Confederation Inn.
Now, this puts me in a bit of a worry. Confederation Inn* makes me think we will be greeted by men in grey coats and long swords with Southern accents and grits. Being that I rooted for the North, I felt this would be awkward at best.
The lobby was much better than I was expecting. Until I noticed the sign posted that offered guests free shuttles to and from the Bingo Palace. This is not a good sign. We sign in for our rooms and are handed... WTF??... keys. Real keys. Like they used to use in the olden days. Not a good sign. You would think after this many signs, we would just sleep in the car.
We went to the room. And here is the list of the things I found there:
- no soap
- no shampoo
- mismatched towels
- mould on the shower curtain
- hair that was not mine
- no hair dryer
- the electrical socket was falling out of the wall
- the lamp could not be turned on but had to be plugged in and out of the falling out socket
- the door had a push button lock and nothing else
- we faced the back of a warehouse and a car wash
- you could hear everything in everyone else's rooms
- the bed squeaked even when you weren't moving
- the mattresses were at least 15 years old
- the room smelled like stale smoke
- the bedspread had cigarette burns in it
There was more. It was a disaster. I slept two hours and my coworker did no better. We decided that if the union ever tries to pull that shit again, we are revolting against it. The only really good thing? Although inept, the staff was quite nice. I liked them.
*I looked it up. The Confederation Inn gets 2 1/2 stars on the rating chart. I have to say, that is generous.