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18 Αύγουστος 2022
It was rough af, but memorable and I feel like the most genuine New York experience one could ask for. The YMCA director gave me a chance with my Expired Driver’s License that air BnB wouldn’t give me and for that I will remain eternally grateful. Here’s my experience:
I was on the 9th floor, room 945, which was more vintage than the 10th floor.
Point 1: accommodations
Here's what came with my room:
a bed with bed frame and mattress, soft sheets and warm blanket. a pillow made of plastic.
a personal window AC unit
a personal tv connected to local access or maybe an old style cable plan. quite staticy. nostalgic.
a closet with room bank but idk how to use it
a chest of drawers
a lamp with charging docks for phones
a chair (with loud feet)
a small trash can
a window
an overhead light
there was a poster on the wall from maybe the 70s or 80s listing the cost to rent the room at about half what it goes for on various booking sites.
but at no point did this room feel like a hotel. it felt like a rec center or school first and primarily. it felt like taking a nap in a classroom in highschool. there were around 70 rooms per floor. i was pleased to see there were guests on my floor who were ladies and not just men. even families traveling together, speaking languages I had never heard before.
Point 2: cleanliness
I was mentally prepared for a public shower. I'm overweight and had to get dressed outside of the shower stall, which had nowhere to put my foot up. the communal bathroom was muddy and full of paper wads on the floor by saturday morning. I wasn't too bothered, having prepared a set of water socks / slippers for the bathroom. I wondered why no one had mopped since I got in on friday, but these conditions were no worse than the bathrooms at camp sites or the showers at public pools. One sink dribbled and wouldn’t turn off, another sprayed too hard and turned itself off after like 4 minutes of running. The splashing probably contributed to the muddiness on the floor. There was nowhere to use as a shelf for clothing, so you had to just bring a bag to hold your towel and fresh clothes, ect.
but we're coming back around to the 90s references: remember in pokemon red version where the sea captain throws up in the trash can?
Someone had barfed. Not in the trash, not on the floor, not in the toilet as any civilized adult knows to do: but in the sink, causing it to clog. They added water on top to complete the image.
next morning, I reported the vomit sink problem to the guest desk and the man in charge was surprised. Not because someone chose to use the sink as a toilet, but because the issue had already been reported at 1am the previous night, and now 10 hours had passed with no resolution. Apparently, there is no female handyman who can fix a clog and men are never ever allowed in the women’s bathrooms?
Point 3: other stuff
The women’s restroom had a key pad on it. But most women found it as more of an inconvenience than a safety precaution.
My room at 945 didn’t shut all the way unless you pulled it closed, as well. After 3 hotels the previous week, where the doors were heavy and shut themselves, this was a learning curve.
the thing that kept waking me up the most was hearing people scoot their chairs around. I had to use my ear plugs all night every night i was there.
But other than the vomit left to soak in the sink for 10 hours, the place was no dirtier than my parents house where I live. The walls were also no thicker than my walls at home. I was disrupted from my sleep no more often than I am disrupted at home. My bed was no softer than what i have at home.
Point 4 food: not even a microwave. just unfilled vending machines.
I guess the building is super old and the owners presume anyone staying there is going to go out to Manhattan and have the best day of their life the next day and forget all about how spartan the YMCA was. And I guess they’re right.
Thanks, West Side YMCA!
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