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Super 8 just lost a customer of four years, and NUMEROUS reservations.

Called to cancel two reservations last night, call rep couldn't do it. Spoke with their manager, who said she would have Customer Care get back to me with a call at 9AM. That didn't happen.

When I called now for an update, I was told repeatedly the reservations could not be cancelled. When I asked to speak to a manager, I was instead "round robined" to another representative with the same level of access. When I asked to speak to representatives SPECIFIC manager, I was told "We don't have one."

So now they have our money, reservations we can't use (thanks to a car breakdown) and broken promises.

Goodbye.

Cheerleader Washing Clothes At An Italian Restaurant....for some reason.

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"All your stories are about women taken out of their normal situations, forced into new ones, and they either excel or are consumed by them." #thingsyouthinkabouton13hourlongroadtrips

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I think today will just be watching movies and hanging around the house. Things take effort, and I'm in a severe energy deficit after the last two days.

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So, yeah, Super 8's response to my social media is to regurgitate exactly what I was told by everyone else and not look into the issue that originally cause me to leave: A manager saying she would look into my situation, and get back to me, then never getting back to me, and me being unable to speak to any other manager to follow up.

Again, I stand by my decision never to use Super 8 Hotels again, and another chain can get my seven to eight reservations a year.

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Well...I guess I'm drawing comics these next two months (and streaming them). I could also start the Play All the Zeldas Quest II as well. Skyward Sword is gonna take a while to finish.

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So, I guess what I'll do is draw comics every other day these next two months, and try to build up a backlog. If I do the Play All the Zeldas II, I may do THAT every other day as well.

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Right now I am a mix of anger, heartbreak and sadness and I think I my only cure may be ice cream, cause pizza ain't cuttin' it.

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WOW.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gy5PC5Auoak
(If it's black, keep checking back)

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I'll gonn be very very honest here.

I'm severely heartbroken over the Texas trip, not just because of the Super 8 thing, or the mechanic thing. I feel like I let people down.

While I try to save up money for these trips, they're actually almost 100% paid for by my parents. The hotels, the gas, the food, everything I can't afford myself. The no-freeways or side-trip things? They give that to me so I can have fun driving down to Texas, instead of just going straight there.

When I'm in Texas, I stay with them, they feed me, they pay for my gas there for the most part. And the Austin portions? That's Dean. He pays for the hotel rooms, and the food. Just so we can spend time in Austin together.

These people put hard earned money in my hands to do this, because I can't do it myself. And I feel I let them down. Dean is going to Austin on his own, now. My parents wasted money trying to get me down to Texas, only for me to race home (and Super 8 likely took their hotel money as well if they couldn't stop payment on those rooms). On top of that they'll likely pay for the car repair. My mom doesn't work. Dad is 68 and still working to pay for me. Because I can barely afford groceries, gas and bills. He should be deep into retirement, but isn't.

Then there are people like Steph, who is my best friend in the world, and her family, who I only see on these trips, and Laura, who I've known since fifth grade, Liz's family who have become quick friends, and others...and I feel like I've let them all down.

This wasn't a choice I made lightly, and it was probably the right choice, but damn it hurts like hell. And it's eaten away at me since Monday night.