Most of them were - they had put my insulin in their fridge and she had forgotten to look in the clothes drawers, so all my dirty laundry was still there.
On Friday, when I had called in my reservation, I tolf them I might stay an extra night, and they said okay, but I would probably have to change rooms. Fine. When I checked in Monday night, they said the same thing. Monday afternoon, when I knew for sure I was staying the extra night, I told them, and the nice young man at the front desk said I could stay in my room and not have to move.
The owner "upgraded" me to a room on the next floor up, which was a change from a room with a queen bed to one with a king bed. Big whoop. The rooms are the same size, so the result was less floor space, and an extra flight of stairs to walk up.
They had rushed to clean it, so it still smelled of cleaning fluid. And there basket in which there should have been coffee and tea was empty. Not as big deal, since I rarely drink coffee and could have called down to the desk if I needed any.
Turns out one of the other guys on my project had the same thing happen to him.
They had our cell phone numbers, you would think they would have called before messing with our stuff. The owner kept trying to make it look like it was our fault that they had us down for one night less than we said we had booked. If I ever go back to Bandon, I won't be staying there again. It's not a nice enough place, the service is not good enough, and there are other places in town. Not that I plan to go back again - any work I need to do I can do by Internet.
In other news, on Tuesday night I ate at a place on Hwy. 101, and had a view across the highway of the abandoned Bandon cheese factory. Pretty grim. The mercantile store next door is also going out of business.
One other observation is there were not attractive women in town over the age of 17. Lots of ancient people. Lots of people in need of serious dental work. Coos Bay had its share of codgers and an apparent goodly supply of ugly sticks, but there were some hotties in each of the places I ate. My waitress at the Kozy Korner Kafe looked a lot like someone I dated while I was in Peace Corps, and we got together again briefly when I moved to CA. A face I would not mind waking up next to.