Non IT related
But when on a massive project celebration, i sensibly booked a hotel room knowing I would be rather inebriated.
Having successfully returned to the room in the wee hours and collapsed half dressed onto the bed, i was woken a mere hour later by a fire alarm. While the klaxon was traumatic enough in my delicate state, it turned out I was in a disability-friendly room which also had a rather bright flashing red light. So my quiet darkened room quickly turned into a room from hell.
I was rather bewildered.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
