I spend a great deal of time in hotel rooms usually close to airports or railway stations
This should drive me mad but it does not
As I am an inspector of hotels
For the most part I work undercover
I visit hotels then I submit my findings to the company
My company relies on my findings and these are important in negotiations
Sometimes I lie if I am impressed with a hotel but am unhappy with the way their staff are treated
On occasions I have taken the staff into my confidence (with bribes) and have requested a full exposure to the hotels working practices
Last year I blackmailed the owner of a hotel in Spain as he was exploiting his staff and the sum result of this was that five of the maids were able to return home with cash in their accounts
All this in exchange for a glowing report
I did not feel good about this or bad just indifferent
I like watching guests in hotels
Most are drowning in their tedious lives and the hotel is only an extension of this existence
But sometimes I notice people whose lives are fraught with danger whether it be of the illicit kind or on a slightly more sinister level
I am good at watching people when reading
I watch their body language and the way they dress
This can tell you a lot about the person
Occasionally people play me at my own game which makes the match even more interesting
I have not been in a relationship for over ten years which makes my life easier
Just friends in different cities and countries
I think that they see me as lonely always travelling and sometimes I use this to my advantage
But not very often as I like to sleep alone
I have a deep feeling that my job will be ending soon as my company was purchased by a much larger travel company last year and although nothing has been confirmed the new company is not in favour of people such as myself
They favour local reports which I think is a huge mistake as this can lead to serious corruption and in the final poll only one person suffers namely the consumer
But if it happens my protests will be ignored
At present I am in Copenhagen inspecting a rather nice hotel
It is raining outside and the hotel is full of vacationing Canadians
They are a little loud but nonetheless very nice people
In three days I will be in Riga and then will return to the UK to submit my reports
If I am forced to leave my job then I will have to settle somewhere
I have a good deal of cash saved
This seems a logical thing to do
It will be a strange feeling not to travel as there are only fifty-one countries that I have not officially visited
I might buy a fine camera and visit war zones and look at the devastating photographs whilst tending to the peaceful roses of my supplement cottage
Or then again I might just buy a boat and sail into my own oblivion