The quirky story is even better in the full form -- it will be a good story to tell. Despite the good laugh Christine got when i told her, i don't think i'm ready to spin this yarn until i find out who pays for the uncanceled, unused reservation. (It won't matter in telling the story later, i just have a little anxiety about how the new corporate card and then new expense system work, and feel miserable at the thought of sorting it out with our financial staff. The bill for the new corporate card goes to the company, not me.)
I have a reservation at the hotel next to this one. I'm at the one a number of other folks urged me to stay at, but i already had made the reservation at the other one, which had some odd cancellation policy. I didn't realize there were two on this side of the highway.
So folks have been saying, "I'm a the X, where are you?" And i reply i'm at the Y. But i'm really at the X.
I have apparently been just squeaking past seeing folks at breakfast.
Meanwhile, the hotel charge tangle sits on top of a software architecture tangle. I couldn't fall to sleep last night with my usual ease. I think i've teased apart some of the issues, but i'm altogether unhappy. At least i found the issue now.