Ah, Omaha.

So many people asked me why I wanted to go here.  This includes my Uber driver from the airport, the nice guy who checked me into my room, and my former manager who grew up in Omaha.

Plain and simple, I wanted to get closer to having slept in all 50 states.  Much like most of the stops on this trip, this was the perfect time to do this.  I am not on vacation.  I am simply traveling around and working remote.

Omaha was the sole reason I packed gloves.  It was supposed to be in the 30s here.  Imagine me arriving and finding it 70 degrees outside.  What the hell Omaha.

I stayed at 402 hotel.  Poor 402 hotel.  I arrived and walked into the lobby, immediately hit with beautiful cool air from the air conditioning, wiping away the 70 degree weather I had not been expecting.  The lobby was cool, clean and wonderful.  That’s where it all ended.

I am told the hotel had recently had a flood and the elevators aren’t working.   Cool.   Came to figure out that the flood had been months ago and there is zero action being taken to fix the elevators.  Honestly, I am not even convinced they were really broken as I could swear I could hear elevator dinging from my room a couple of times.

First bonus:  The room smelled like pee.  And would not cool down.  I ended up taking the air conditioner filter out and wiping off the thickest layer of filth.  Then I sprayed it with my “I am traveling for 30 days in a carry on sized bag” Febreeze.   Killed two birds with one stone.  Cool air, no pee. Continue reading →