Here's what an evil hotel looks like.
I was in Lake Jackson for the Ron Paul event over the weekend and I happened stay up late on Saturday night, probably getting to bed around 3:30am.
Three hours later, the room phone rang.
"Sir, we do not have a card on file for you. So we will need you to come to the desk and pay off the $4.50 on your incidentals bill."
(I had bought two bottles of Gatorade that night from the hotel shop.)
"Wait, what?" I said. "[Organization X] is covering my incidentals." (I found out later that the desk person at that time hadn't been left any indication that my incidentals were being covered.)
"I don't see that here, sir. We will need you to pay your $4.50 balance before I leave at 7."
I crawled out of bed and brought the woman the dough.
So for $4.50, which I obviously would have paid at checkout even if my incidentals weren't already being covered, the desk person woke me up at the crack of dawn, virtually guaranteeing I would leave an atrocious review of the hotel.
The point:
When you work for The Man, you're sometimes required to follow bureaucratic rules that you know perfectly well make no sense in certain cases, and you often lack the leeway to apply common sense instead.
So you get situations like the hotel desk waking me up for $4.50.
Who wants to do stuff like that?
Run something of your own instead, and you won't need to carry out someone else's inane rules.
That's what I'm teaching you how to do.
Build your own thing that The Man can't touch.
Tom Woods