Speaking of Marriott’s… True story, I was transferred 2500 miles across country to CA. I was there only 2 days but managed to open a bank account and rent an apartment, no power, phone… I then had to drive to Houston to do a 3-month job, install a catscan & open a clinic.
This was the last year the Oilers played in Houston before moving to Nashville. Several Oiler football players kept rooms at my hotel during the season. One of them had the same first and last name as me, middle initial was different… I was trying to get my apartment utilities turned on in CA from 2000 miles away. The clinic didn’t have sheetrock on the walls, much less a phone so all my communications with my boss was through the hotel, ordering parts, everything. Mail, messages and faxes were a complete mess with two different people named Sam Jones at the hotel.
It had been 25 non-stop days since the move started. In Houston I worked 11 straight 15hr days before I finally got a day off to relax. I was going to sleep in, order room service…
The morning I was going to sleep in… of course I went out the night before and had a few drinks. I slept like a rock.
At 6:45am my phone rang…
Them – Sam?
Me – yeah? (through a fog)
Them – This is Coach Smith. I want you to come by my office before practice.
ME - I'm not coming to @#$%^&*($##2548!!!!! PRACTICE...
I used up the vocabulary I learned as a sailor and then some before I threw the phone across the room. (I was badly overworked and completely stressed out...)
That evening around supper time the Marriott always had a weeknight buffet. By that time every Oiler player at the hotel had heard what I’d said to Coach Smith that morning. They were teasing me… saying I had gotten the other Sam Jones traded to Minnesota! Said he was looking for me! Going to kick my butt!
Of course he wasn’t looking for me. The trade to Minnesota had been in the works for some time. Turns out everyone had a big laugh about it including Coach Smith! The other Sam Jones was in the same boat as I… trying to rent an apartment in MN. etc.
Things don't always go smoothly, even at really nice hotels!
I have to add one small bit about the Marriott hotel in Houston… All the identity mistakes were made by the people working the front desk.
Every day the other “Sam Jones” and I were dropping the other guys mail back to the front desk. He even got my credit & atm cards from the bank account in CA I’d just opened. He was an honest guy, made sure I got them.
All outside calls came to the front desk, they connected calls to the rooms of residents or took messages. The other Sam Jones was young and single, and a rising NFL star. I have to admit I didn’t mind when the front desk mistakenly connected young ladies to my room! That was the only bright spot in the continuing annoyance.