Sneaking out of town

I am going to a training seminar for Bernina software today. It is in Kansas City. I leave this afternoon and return tomorrow night (probably late in the evening.)

However, if you are a KC person and want to see me, this evening would be a great time to do that. Post here or give me a call or something.

In another state...

Kansas, actually.

Work sent me for training but it was a weird week (all things considered.) This morning I realized that I had left all my paperwork at the condo, and I never got a confirmation number for the hotel room from my boss.

Called work, got the boss's number.

Called the boss. Her first question was "Oh, is that this weekend?"
This is discouraging to say the least.
She tells me that my former boss (who just left) made all the arrangements and to talk to her.
I call said former boss (who is going to this training, too, on her own dime) and she assures me that my name will get me my room. I tell her I have no card (mine or the store's) with which to get the room. She assures me again that it is fine.

I ride out with three coworkers, which was reasonably pleasant... Except for one thing; they all complained loudly about a fifth coworker, who will probably be asked to leave (or fired the Jackman's way; Passive-aggressively.)
I got to quell a rumor that the lady I went to BU in San Diego with had sent a case of wine to the hotel to drink all week. (She had brought a half-box of merlot in her suitcase.) I laughed and told them that I hadn't stayed out every night, either, but none of them had HEARD that rumor. *shrug*

Anyway, here I am. I did get a hassle at the desk. Hey, Brad! I know what you mean about the friendly smile/condescending voice/bullshit thing. That's what I got at the desk down there. Growles. They required the physical card or a document signed by Ms. Jackman approving the charges to the room... or I had to provide them with my own card.

Since my only card is for troupe use only and almost certainly doesn't have the money for a hotel room on it, I frostily declined to use it. At which point Mr. Smiley said, "I'm trying to help you out, here." No, sir. You're bloody well NOT.

Several steps worth of finangling later, I get my damn room.
Did I mention that my three coworkers cheerfully left me at the desk to fend for myself and went to their own rooms which they're paying their own (husbands') money for?

At least I get a room to myself. This does please me, as I really don't need to keep someone else awake with my snoring, and I don't want to wind up with someone who has to have the damn TV on to fall asleep. (again.)

So I'm having a cup of tea and trying to figure out if there's a way to contact someone I know around here to hang out for a bit before I go to bed.

Hello?