When I had a real job that involved me wearing a suit and tie every day, I spent two and a half years living in a major brand chain hotel as a result of a project I was on.
When it got to the point where I was invited to the staff Christmas party, I realised that perhaps it was time to move on with my life. Although I did have some pretty excellent holidays thanks to all the rewards points I’d been able to accumulate, so that was good.
As a result of that experience I was, for a long time, sort of over hotels except in necessity. Give me an apartment, or a funky hostel, or, well, anything which doesn’t have seemingly endless corridors of carbon copy rooms.