Warning: some aggressive language
So honestly I didn’t do well in Inverness. I spent an hour in melt down mode crying on a bus alone among strangers because I left my water bottle in a exhibit about Loch Ness….okay it wasn’t just about the water bottle.
After I posted my drunk history of Edinburgh I decided to pop off to bed. I went up to my dorm where I’d left my property several hours prior before I headed off to explore the city and find somewhere to listen to some music. (Which started as a whole other nightmare)
When I got to my room and opened the door I was promptly informed I was in the wrong room to which I responded “no I have a key to this room” then I was informed that the room was full and all of my stuff had been moved to a mystery room. No note or key or email had been left for me. Apparently a phone call had been attempted but my phone is only partially functional abroad and what functions are available are only available on WiFi.
So here I am in a city on my first night in a hostel I was less than enthusiastic about in the first place (because it wasn’t super clean and there weren’t lockers for my bag and the guy at the desk was kind of a bag of dicks) and I have no room, no idea where my stuff is, it’s 3 am and reception is closed until 8 and I’m pissed about having to be up all night watching a La La Land/ Deadpool double feature because I can’t very well sleep in the common room. Come 8 am Bag-O-Dicks basically gives me the old hashtag sorry not sorry and does nothing to improve the situation.
I go to my new room (my new roommates NEVER LOCKED THE DAMN DOOR IN A HOSTEL WITH NO LOCKERS) to change and get ready for a fun filled day with a four hour tour of Loch Ness and Urquhart Castle, leave, come back, and turns out while we were gone the door code changed so I’m locked out still crying with the people who went on the same tour as me from the hostel who just happened to also have been the family in the room that was no longer mine. We spent several minutes buzzing the buzzer while Bag-O-Dicks was out back smoking.
At that point I was ready to swim home. I hated the hostel, I hated Inverness, I hated Bag-O-Dicks, I hated myself for booking this trip in the first place. I ended up talking to the hostel manager when I asked for the new door code and telling him what happened. He was extremely accommodating and between the £10 he gave me then and the £20 he gave me on check out I got almost all of my money back and he kept asking me questions about what happened to investigate and make sure that didn’t happen again which made a huge difference. Thank you, manager. Suck it, Bag-O-Dicks.
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