Studying at 3 AM

I'm still living in hotels since July; Romanian quarantine is over and so is the American; multiple tests practiced by skilled and not so proficient corpsmen, came with the expected negative result which allowed me to finally start performing my duties.

I'm still trying to find a home in the middle of the summer season which seems to be a true challenge despite the COVID-19. Some people choose to not wear a mask inside the hotel, and not too many employees challenge the patrons. Whatever it is, I'm taking the stairs to the seventh floor, and the mask is the last thing I need; oxygen is my priority. 

At midnight tonight I could hear kids screaming while playing at the nearby carousel as I tried to focus on my studies. Parents seem to be missing in action, staff not reacting either. After a full such day I was tired, and I would like to live in a hotel that allows me to use the land line phone outside the premises; this one doesn't allow neither to receive, nor to ring from the room despite the decorative phone device. Employee offered me to talk from her mobile phone so I can reach mom who called earlier; she was so sweet even though she didn't have to (note updated a day later: the new front desk clerk was able to connect an incoming external call the next morning; even their binder states that I could dial numbers outside the hotel but in fact, that's incorrect). 

The hotel's binder needs to be reorganized; someone shuffled the pages to the point of reaching country information at the Emergency Services tab. Not a good thing in case of emergency, so, it was a good lesson which was passed on to the hotel's staff; it is assumed that someone will actually reverify them but it's no longer in my hands. Perhaps a public review would attract the management's attention.

Parking is always an issue since the lot is limited to 20-30 cars; I literally suppress, when possible, my desire of going places just of fearing not to lose my parking spot. Ridiculous, I know but it is what it is, and I'm adjusting to it.

So far there were plenty of challenges these past weeks; they literally drained my energy to the point of sleeping for 12 continuous hours just recently. I can't wait to find a place to call "home" at least for the next year. It's my routine and cooking that I miss the most. My own habits and hobbies. Living out of suit cases is not a viable solution for long-term, and I'm ready to throw in the towel.

I had also an opportunity to catch up with friends, and family. Remove negative energy sources (e.g. people), and pray for my Aunt Marie, the surviving beloved wife of Uncle Richard "Dick" Esneault (see obituary below) who passed away in 2007; he was an original member of Project OSCAR-1, the first amateur radio satellite that was put into space while he was in the NAVY. Aunt Marie is in a hospice on oxygen and medication, and still don't understand why she would not be hydrated and fed even by artificial means just because half of her body is paralyzed. I miss her voice, positive demeanor and her laugh. It's hard to let go...

Update after the last exam: I graduated. Online virtual graduation was weird but nevertheless, it had me dancing in full gown.

Ref:

https://www.qcwa.org/w4ijc-09995-sk.htm