tl;dr:
On Friday morning (9/26/25), 4hrs before checkout, somebody reported me to security for entering my own hotel room on the 2nd floor.
"Get out of here! Now!" I hear from a male [BIPOC] dressed like the mass kidnappers, giving me anxiety.
"What's going on?" I inquire, realizing he wasn't housekeeping and assuming an emergency (e.g.: fire).
"Someone said you're not supposed to be in here," he says.
"My bad, bro," he says (after asking to see my keycard).
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He unlocked and opened my door without warning shortly after I got my respirator & shoes off before 10am.
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It was probably that Euro [M] in the dining area who kept looking back at me when I went downstairs to checkout the breakfast options at ~9:49am, 11min before it ended.
Details:
iirc, I walked downstairs and asked the receptionist for a pair of scissors to cut off my hospital wristband before heading to the breakfast area and went straight upstairs after passing the guy who conveniently was pouring himself a drink by the bar (when I turned back around to head out) to totes not get a closer look at me when we walked right past eachother. š
Could've also been the receptionist [light-skinned BIPOC F] or the bar person [older short darker BIPOC F]. The latter seemed quite uncomfortable about me, especially with how she grabbed my attention to hand me the menu as I tried to get a closer look at the remaining buffet options, but I don't recall anything from the former. The European-American, on the other hand, looked very bothered in a "What are you doing here; ugh why are you wearing that?" way the whole time he was sitting ~10' from the bar.
(For those new to ABQ, expect 5-10% of the population to take serious issue with what you put on your own face.)
Extra:
Later, after all of that, I get a knock on the door from someone [tall light-skinned BIPOC F] quickly asking me about checkout with 'an accent' that took me 2-3 tries to understand, so I told her I was clocking out at 2pm before she walked down the hall to the next room I presume.
(I've lived here for a few years now and have never heard someone speak like that. šš)
At 12:13-12:45pm, I walked outside the building for a bit only for my keycard to not let me back in (even though the sign next to the entryway card reader said the doors were unlocked 6am-9pm iirc). Conveniently, no one seemed to be at the desk during this ordeal of checking two different sets of doors. Luckily, another guest was entering so I walked in behind him and quietly waited a minute for the receptionist(s) [F] to walk out of the backdoor since I failed to find the 'checkin bell'. I was then informed that the cards need to be renewed after 11am if doing a late checkout, which I don't recall ever hearing or reading about. After telling them this, one of them just repeated themself at me. š
(Considering the reason why I was there in the first place, and the fact that I intentionally gave someone the other keycard, this revelation was a serious health risk that could've put me in a terrible situation.)
And with the toilet clogging later on, which was not fixed, Friday contained every bad experience I had there. The 3 or so odd looks from the dining area on Thursday evening didn't seem to lead to anything and weren't as negative.
Seeing a handful of Afro-Americans in the lobby Thursday afternoon brought me much comfort, but I wonder what their experience was like and how common mine is. Got no plans of ever going back to this establishment for obvious racial reasons, so I'll never know. š¤·šæāāļø