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Damn, did that ever suck! The master
thermostat to set the temperature for all the units was
located in my office... but... I wasn't allowed to operate it.
For whatever bizarre reason, I was always freezing my ass
off... or... about to expire from heat exhaustion.

Not only that, the walls were all of about
1/4" thick so I could hear everything going on in the gym...
including... a bunch of porker women yelling their way through
an aerobic class at all hours of the day and night...
including... the hours before sunrise.

Plus, the roof leaked.

Seriously leaked.

Thus, I decide to move a bit further up the
road to a nice place called the Pelican Motel. I end up living
there for more than three months. Clean, neat and basic. All
is well... except... I had to learn to do what I later termed
"The Pelican Shuffle." In other words, once, twice, or maybe
even thrice a week...

I Had To Move

To Another Room!

Once I had to move from Unit 4 to Unit 5. Know
what the difference is between Unit 4 and Unit 5? NOTHING!
Almost all the rooms are clones of each other. Apparently, the
"Pelican Regulars" (snowbirds who come to the hotel year after
year during the winter season) often insist on having
their exact same room every time.

Now picture this in your mind: Let's say
you've got a Dayrunner calendar where you keep track of all
the stuff you gotta do... and... two or three days of every
week, the first thing you gotta do on those days is...