INCOHERENT RAGE

I am currently staying in the worst hostel ever. The reviews said it would be bad, but this is ridiculous. There are, so far, no redeeming features. Yes, I have only been here for half an hour, tops. But I have already made my decision.

York YHA is the worst hostel I will stay in for the next six months.

First things first: It is incredibly inconveniently located. It is nowhere near the train station. I’m glad I decided to take a cab with a few other people from the University (they continued on to the school, since they got early rooms), because it would have been a horribly long walk and my bags are rather heavy. It is a good 20-minute walk along an unlit path to the city centre, and the trek on the lit road is even longer. I was thinking about meeting up with my friends on University grounds so I could get the grand tour, but it hardly seems worth it now.

Secondly, there is no lift. I had to carry my heavy bag up a large flight of stairs to get to my room. Terribly inconvenient.

There is also no free internet, though I was expecting that. What I wasn’t expecting was the fact that the receptionist didn’t mention how to get the internet. I don’t want to go talk to him again, though, because I’ll look like an idiot.

(Edit: I have Internet now. It just doesn’t work in my room.)

Oh, and the rooms don’t automatically lock. And there is no attached shower or toilet to any of the rooms. There aren’t enough lockers, either.

The Pepsi I bought at a vending machine (they only have Pepsi products!) also exploded on me when I opened it. Then my computer crashed upon start-up, making me nearly cry because if something is seriously wrong with it, I can’t reformat. I don’t have any of my software. Though I rebooted it and it’s running just fine now, I was utterly terrified. I would probably die if I didn’t have a computer for the next six months, and not just because I spend all of my time on the internet. I have entirely too many papers to write!

Also, there is ONLY ONE [BLEEP]ING OUTLET IN THE [BLEEP]ING ROOM.

Who designed this god-forsaken place? It is far away from interesting things, the internet only reaches the lower floors, and there is only one outlet for six people. Granted, there is only one other person in my room and I have yet to see her. But one outlet is not enough for one person, never mind two. Or six. So, being the genius I am, I thought I could unplug the bed light and use that outlet for my laptop or phone charger.

NOPE.

The outlets are different. And there are plated-over outlets across the room.

WHY SO SADISTIC, YHA YORK?!