Katrina should have hit Albuquerque

So i've never had a good relationship with Albuquerque, NM. my first 6 weeks of my hellish job sent me there, to the worst account my old company had. and i vowed never to set foot there ever again.

but i had to stay a night there on my way out to CA. it sucked. i roll up to the hotel, and it seems like things are going to be ok. the manager says that since i'm from NOLA, the Red Cross will pay for my room. coo. so he checks me all in, gives me my password to get on their wireless network, and i go. but ugh. my room is way in the back of the place, and all the rooms are open to the street. there's no indoor corridors. eep. AND i see a few cops searching the next door trailer park for something. a body? will my body be next? eeks.
not a good feeling.

so i decide to get some food and then lock myself into my room, and hole up. but fock. no wireless signal in my room. suck. suck suck. and the outlet by the bed is so bajiggety that the plug to my laptop keeps falling out, so i plug it into the outlet across the wall from the bed to charge up my laptop battery.
i eat my Sonic and watch Starsky and Hutch on cable. and by the way, there's hardly any tv channels. more suckage.

When i get up the next morning to roll out extra early, b/c i can't stand to be in ABQ one more minute longer, in my dazed state, i trip over the cord that is attached to my computer and my laptop falls off the bed and bounces around. OMG. fuck. my laptop. my lifeline to the internet. since i can't even get a good signal, i can't tell if i broke it. gah.

then i walk out to pack up my car and i see that it had rained last night. and i had left the windows of my car cracked open. so my seats were all wet. yay. i lay down shop towels and new little potty pads of pixel's on the seats so my ass isn't soaking wet during the drive. i know. classy.

so i go to check out and the night manger who said my room would be paid for by red cross wasn't there like he said he would be. there was some little old dude that had no idea how to do that. he said that they just keep a copy of my driver's liceense and i wouldn't be charged for the room. ok. then i head out to the little restaraunt attached to the hotel to get some ice for my travel mug, b/c i didn't get ice from the ice machine b/c it was waaaaaaaaaay far from my room. and i wanted out. so i go into the restaraunt and i just ask if i could please have some ice for my cup. She looks at me and is all "are you a guest of the hotel?" i say yes, i stayed here last night. She asks me for my free breakfast voucher. i said that i don't want breakfast. i just want some ice so that i can get on the road, and all that crap is in my car. b/c i want to get the hell out of this shitty ass place. she looks at me with suspicion and reluctantly gets me some ice.
for pete's sake. its just some ice. do i need to give them my voucher for that? ugh. i could not belive that shit. Finally, i roll out and leave that hellish hellish place behind. of course only here would i have so much shitty shit happen. i've never left for on the road in such a bad mood.

Good fucking riddance, ABQ. no. i don't want your fucking red. or green sauce.