I Am What I Am

Last Updated on November 16, 2023 by ESAReviewsComplaints

When I first checked in, the room they put me in after they changed their minds about leaving me in a “good” room, there were all these specks of dust and metal from the fan and housing above the stove. At the bottom of this page there is a huge pic of what the stove looks like when it’s not cleaned regularly.

I did not use the stove because I didn’t want all that dust and grimy specks falling into my food. So I’d go to the nearest chicken place.

Note: Eventually I started using the stove out of a need to save money and because, you know, I like to cook once in a while. I was able to keep the specks out of my food by not leaving it on the stove long enough for the particles to fall off the metal and into the pot or pan. At least that’s how I rationalized it.

(Later I noticed specks of metal in my soup. Turned out that these new specks came out of the pot from under the kitchen counter. I was inspired to buy my own.)

And then, years later when MaintenanceMan2 began working here, I showed it to him and asked him if he would do something about it- the hood over the range that also supplies you dust, along with the metal specks.

He said, “It has to be cleaned first.”

Fat chance that will happen. They won’t even wipe the counter. There is no way in hell these people will lift a finger to do their jobs. They’re certainly not going to clean something that they’ve ignored for years. And they most certainly, in this hospitality business, are not going to do anything even remotely related to hospitality.

(I wish I could listen to what goes on at corporate when they realize they’ve been paying these people to do the opposite of what their job description is.)

And that was the end of that- if he thought housekeeping was going to clean something, he was very much mistaken. But I remained hopeful.

Then, approximately 18 months later, he told me that he has some new hardware, and did I still need it replaced? And he replaced it.

Some of the times when I went to get a chicken dinner, I felt like “something was going on.” Same feeling I’d get at a few nearby stores.

They’d have a pile of chicken, but tell me that they don’t have any.

I’d have to wait for a new batch. I’d say, I’d take either recipe, but it still had to finish cooking. There was actually a man whom I felt was not really into denying service, but, just like they, did it anyway. I guess so no one in the group would get mad at him.

After Sick took place, while I was still learning to walk again, I hadn’t had chicken in a while and went over there to buy a sandwich. The lady was very, very friendly. I felt like she didn’t know who I was, but that didn’t last long…

People in the office could see me struggling to walk over to the chicken place. To get to that particular restaurant, you cross a path in front of the office, and they can see a wide range of the area and where you are headed. See “Convenience.”

The next day, I walked over there again. The same young lady helped me at the counter, but this time her whole attitude changed. She was abrupt. She was clearly full of discontent. Something about ME!

I watched her make the sandwich. She searched the pile of chicken to make my sandwich with a little piece, that only covered half of the roll. So I ended up with a subpar sandwich, that was mostly not chicken.

I no longer use that chain of restaurants and some of the nearby places where it seemed I was being stalked at. Extended Stay America.