Frequent travel to customers and satellite corporate offices is a fact of life for the Cranky Product Manager. She has super-elite status with many an airline and hotel chain. Over the course of her 10-20ish year career, she has probably spent around 700 nights in hotels.
Being an egotistical individual, the Cranky Product Manager considered herself to be an “expert” business traveler within North America. Nothing, she thought, could shock her anymore.
She was wrong.
Last night, at the Red State Hilton Garden Inn, the Cranky Product Manager encountered that species known as Bed Bugs, insects that she heretofore had likened to and orcs and Klingons. Alas, she discovered that bed bugs are very real, very disgusting, and their bites are profuse and very itchy. That is why she screamed at the top of her lungs at 3am, no doubt waking up dozens of hotel guests in the process.
The hotel has relocated her to another room (as if only one room is infested!), but now the Cranky PM must figure out how to not take these bed bugs home with her. God help her if her own house becomes infested with these vile creatures.
Does this mandate the burning of her suits and travel clothes? The immediate disposal of her trusty Travelpro roll-aboard suitcase and favorite laptop bag? Must she fly back to her Blue State haven clothed in garments bought at the airport and with her laptop inside a plastic grocery bag?
The Cranky Product Manager requests your advice. In a very serious, urgent way.