I was coming to Minneapolis for a job interview. The biggest fear was not the interview itself but the fact I had to spend night in Hilton hotel. I could only guess what is expecting me there as places like were in my mind just for empty posh people. And suddenly here I am. Successfully found the hotel from the nearest light rail station (just two blocks) still refusing to live posh life full of caviar and taxi. Funny dressed black man opened the door for me-as expected in such a place-but I want to believe that he would have done it for me anyways. Check in-all readily available-as ISO standard requires. It took just few seconds and I was not hello Madam but welcome Joanna, I hope you will have a pleasant stay.
Floor 19, got the hotel card and found my way to the lift. Fortunately there was no one to argue with me to take care of my nothing weighing luggage as I would not like to tip for that. It took me a while to notice that 19th is the highest level – considered executive floor and the cards are only required to go to 15th and above.
Anyway, the card did not work, I though it is just luck of experience but over next few hours I saw many people having problems with their cards as well.
Finally I got into my room-not bad at all, till I started unpacking my luggage. The architect designing the rooms must have been…thinking about squirrels on the trees and not about designing the room. The support for luggage was in another room then the wardrobe. So you either had to bend down to the floor or run with each piece of your cloth next room. How clever is that?
I unpacked, checked my huge hotel desk-my office desk is not so huge, looked at the restroom-OK size and clean as expected and the view from my window- nice view, but still with many higher buildings around.