The conference went fine. I didn't flub my lines on my panel. I saw some people I knew, so I didn't feel like a total stranger.
But tonight I'm alone at a 2-star hotel next to the Glendale freeway. The exterior is white concrete. Lots of '70s-era mirrors in the lobby. The wallpaper in my room is peeling. The pillows are polyester-filled. Part of the building houses extended-stay apartments. Thank God this is not an extended stay.
I have an interview with Disney in the morning, so I wanted to be close. I didn't want to spend the money on a 4-star hotel.
Or a 3-star.
I feel like Willy Loman.