Welcome to the UK

So it's been awhile since I've posted. What can I say, life's been busy. But here I am in Glasgow, Scotland, working long hours every day of the week. (That's sort of a lie. We weren't in the office on Sunday--we just had to be "on call," whatever that's supposed to mean to a person who doesn't have a cell phone that works over here, nor is sitting in front of her laptop, connected to the Honeywell network.)

My first "Welcome to the UK" moment happened within the first hour of checking into my Marriott hotel room. I thought I had found the refrigerator, until I opened it and realized that I was staring at the mini bar. I noticed a Smirnoff Ice bottle and picked it up to examine the difference from its US counterpart. As I was holding the bottle in my right hand, I happened to noticed the "Move us and we'll charge!" sign on the inside of the mini bar door. Basically, the mini-bar was sensored so that even if you move something, it'll be charged to your room. So not only was I looking at paying about $7 for a bottle of Smirnoff Ice...I couldn't even drink it.

(As a follow-up to this story, I did not get charged for moving the Smirnoff Ice. They must have written me off as an ignorant American, with which I'm perfectly OK.)