Hotels, Desks and Buggering Off to Anywhere

Hotels, Desks and Buggering Off to Anywhere

Nomad isn’t the right word – I love my bed FAR too much. Is it ‘aloof’? Yeah, fuck it – I am professionally aloof – sometimes. Words are difficult.

Somewhere between realising my life doesn’t need the validation of strangers, a colossal reset of my affirmations and figuring out that most hotels have a gym – the tiny fragment of me which enjoyed the rat race of professional interactions kind of just – stopped needing to be fed. There was a time, not so long ago, that any social or business event had to have me down as a guest / speaker / first ticket buyer or something. Ya guy had to be involved.

Consciously, I loved (and to an extent – still love) being in a room where jokes, wit, knowledge and repurposing Missy Elliot lyrics as motivational sidebars make me seem more interesting than I am. Why do I enjoy it? Who knows. Possibly something in the aftermath of my breakup – where the version of me that my ex was telling people I was – seemed far more interesting and dramatic than who I am – made me realise that actually enjoying my personal life and owning my narrative was a better way to live.

The version of me which lives in your head – is probably not real. I like peace and quiet, listening to the same song 1000 times in a row and obsessively trying to decide which version of something to buy until I just don’t – and then walking my dog. It’s not exciting, dramatic or anything like that. But dude – it’s awesome.

On more than one occasion, I have found myself on a wee-bit of a galavant, being forced (woe is me) to work out of hotels. Let me tell you something really quite honest about all of this… I have more fun and focus on these jaunts than anywhere else.

Also, still the funniest person in the room.

It’s Monday, the weather is atrocious – and I just had Uber Eats delivered to Double Tree Hilton. The heating is blasting quite high and I’m coming off the back of a day spent doing a lot of coding work and tinkering with shenanigans. The cost of the hotel for 3 nights is also placated by sending a single invoice for nearly double. In total – the amount of Wi-Fi used, heating blasted and gym usage makes this sabbatical from society massively worth the cost.

During my galavant to Cardiff, I complimented a tight room being used to the max – fitting in a pretty comfortable chair and table for work in a room where a desk wouldn’t have fit. Here at the Double Tree by Hilton in Southampton – I am afforded bang for buck. There is a massive work-station and plenty of outlets (with USBC ports in convenient locations, too!) which do not get encroached upon and asked to also host the tea and coffee station. With a gym upstairs, bar somewhere and lush greenery outside the window – this holiday from normal is so very welcome.

… even the cuck chair has space for a table.

Look – there is still every need for offices and the assembly of humans in physical space. That much is certain. What I would ask you to do, dear reader is to heed the advice of a recovering socialite who’s entire professional identity was wrapped up in oversubscribing to society – take a fucking break. Look at your calendar and think ‘this could be done from home’ – then take that energy and repackage as ‘this could be done from literally anywhere’ – and then go anywhere.

We’re moving beyond using nice hotels for holidays and breaks. Take your work, find a cheap opportunity and treat yo damn self. Clock out and take in a show, head to a new bar or do something different.

While the irony is not lost on me, considering this is where a lot of you will have come from – but fuck LinkedIn off for a minute. Christ, the self-gratifying flexing claims of profit, an award nobody cares for or the latest pizza party you threw to make it up to a team who lowkey resent you – it’s all too much. Stop listening to the people killing themselves with 5am ‘Rise & Grind’ mentalities. The B-Tech Gary Vee ‘influencers’ promising to 10x your warm leads for free (If you pay them). Bollocks to all of that. Book a hotel with a spa, use the desk, bash out the work and then do something dope for yourself. Try a new meal, get a massage, sit in bed with the heating on and watch Netflix.

It’s so hard to leave my bed in the morning these days – and I am happier and healthier for it. Shit, I’m even doing better work for it. Why? Because I treat myself as a human now. In doing so, people seem to wonder if I vanished. No – Alex is just filling his cup, ya’ll.

We’ll move past me listening (and signing) to Backstreet Boys through headphones while housekeeping entered without me realising – and just agree that most of my ideas are awesome.

Work Station – you are, my fire, the one… desire.
Alex Watts
Alex Watts

Leadership, Public Speaking... Video Games? Alex Watts brings you musings of an askew brain being fed dopamine from all angles. Will wax poetic about dogs, basketball, hip-hop, Batman and whatever the hyper-focus is that week.

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