Hotel living… residential hotel in San Diego, not scary.

For about a year now, I’ve been living at a friend’s house, sleeping on the couch. This week I’ve been living at a San Diego hotel, and I’ve gotta say, living by myself again has been SO good. I am one of those people who really likes being by myself. At the house, I’m in the living room pretty much all day every day, and since the other adult in the house is not working, the only time I get to be alone is when I’m in the bathroom, or if he ever actually leaves the house, which is not often. And since I’m still healing torn tendons and a sprained ankle, it’s hard for me to get out and about alone. However, even though I’m not going out much, and I don’t even have a microwave in my room here to heat food in, it’s still very nice not having to deal with other people in my space. I enjoy knowing that if I want to go interact with other people, I can, but if I want to just sit here and watch the NASCAR race and Game of Thrones all by myself, I can do that also. I’ve missed my Gwen-time, and I am REALLY enjoying it while I can.

As for where I’m staying this week: The Embassy Hotel on Park Blvd. is a LONG block from the San Diego Zoo and Balboa Park, and is an older building with a lot of character. It’s a nice walk from here to the zoo and park, or to downtown Hillcrest. There are grocery stores and restaurants within easy walking distance, and there’s a bus stop right out front if you want to take public transportation, which is pretty darn good in San Diego. The best part about this place, though, is the price. You can get a room with a queen-size bed, private bathroom, and fridge (and in most rooms a microwave) for $225 a WEEK, plus a $50 deposit. I’m unhappy that I somehow got a room without a microwave this week, and the person in the room next to me is a smoker, and I can smell the cigarettes through the vent in my bathroom. Unfortunately there are no other rooms to move to this weekend, but tomorrow (Monday) morning I’m going to ask at the front desk again. And, even though I don’t have my own microwave, there are two downstairs in the lobby, which are clean and available for use. There are coin operated laundry facilities in the basement, as well, soda and snack machines in the lobby, and since this is a residential hotel, a lot of the same people have lived here for years, so you get to know some of the neighbors if you do spend any time downstairs. I’ve been told they offer monthly rental rates, too, but I’ve not asked about them yet, but I’ll post what they are when I do. Overall, the Embassy is very comfortable, though not fancy, and you can’t beat the price.


Thanks a lot, BDubs.

Back in the beginning of February, I stepped off a curb badly and sprained my ankle and tore the small tendons next to the Achilles. I didn’t do anything bad enough to require surgery, just bad enough that the doc said I should stay off my feet for a while. I still tried to work my job, which I loved, at Buffalo Wild Wings, but walking 3-7 miles a day on a sprained ankle proved impossible, and the doc gave me orders for as little weight as possible on my foot for at least a month, and crutches, until I could go to an Ortho consult to see what was going on. Limited walking + crutches = no work in the restaurant until medically cleared. After my first Ortho appointment, I was told I’d need an MRI to see what was really going on with my foot. After the MRI, I had a followup appointment with Ortho, where they told me I’d have to wear a big ugly boot for a while, and do physical therapy, but I could go back to work wearing the boot, and I didn’t have to use crutches anymore. I was quite happy with the news, and immediately took the doctor’s note to work. This was on the weekend, and my manager said he would call me on Monday and let me know when/how I could come back to work. Monday and Tuesday came and went with no call, so I called on Wednesday, and the girl who answered the phone told me that the manager said he’d call me right back. And he did not. I’ve called multiple times since then, and he won’t take my call or call me back. And I’ve also gone in to the restaurant, and again, no response. I finally filed for unemployment and got approved, thank goodness, because it’s now been 3 months without pay. I’m really angry about how the BDubs management treated me, because I believe I was a good employee, and I really liked working there. I actually thought that I could make Buffalo Wild Wings a career, but now, I am just angry and disillusioned. On the occasions I went in to talk to management, most of the other employees were really happy to see me and asked repeatedly when I was coming back to work, because they needed my positive attitude there. While I would still like to go in on occasion to enjoy the food and see the people I worked with, because I miss them, I don’t really want to spend my money at a restaurant that would treat me so badly. So, I miss you, employees of BDubs Mission Valley, but I do not miss Robert Jones or any of the other managers there.