I had quite a dilemma this week. I’m what is known as an extroverted introvert. I can function, even be gregarious, in groups but I hate large events. I was at a conference where my hotel was packed with participants from three different simultaneously held conferences. That was a lot of people. I hid, at times, in my room eating hummus and pita chips. Then I’d go face the world.
I had to give a big speech this week and all I wanted to do the hour before was hide in a corner and listen to music. Yet, I had to interact with a lot of people and participate in a pre-event rally. Despite my desire for alone time being squashed, I still knocked the speech out of the park. I can connect with people, it’s that sometimes I’d prefer not to.
Thus, it was with some curiosity and skepticism that I approached my second hotel. It is a boutique hotel with no front desk. Only four rooms per floor. You get a code to enter the building and a code for your room. Then you get a booklet in the room that explains everything (i.e. how to turn on the tv, fireplace and shower) in great detail. It’s somewhat dummy proof. The place is meant to give hotel guests privacy. What a concept.
I didn’t have to interact with anybody, if I didn’t want to. What a reprieve, especially after a hectic week elsewhere. I actually bumped into someone once in the gym and it was helpful as the machines all looked as if they were not working. It was some weird energy saver thing. But otherwise I came and went as I pleased without having to be nice to anyone as I didn’t see anyone.
My brain got a chance to relax. Well, that is, until I started fretting as to whether I had turned off my flat iron. See, in a normal hotel, I assume I won’t burn down the place as there is housekeeping. At the boutique hotel, however, there was no housekeeping service in order to give you privacy. Thus, I worried for a bit as to what would happen if I had indeed left on the flat iron.
My brain just can’t catch a break afterall. Going forward I might as well stay at a regular hotel and deal with the people as I’m afraid of burning down the house. That just wouldn’t look good on my resume or next job search.