I am an idiot

Nothing new there but this time, I was an idiot for not complaining, which is so unlike me. When I arrived yesterday, I was angry because there was no one to carry my suitcase up the long flight of stairs. The young girl clerk helped me and said "Here is your room. I hope you like it." As you can see, it's adorable so I resisted saying "But it's so hot." So, for 24 hours, I've been suffering; I opened my window even though it's right outside the breakfast area and the door everyone else has to go through to get to their rooms. There was little breeze; the breakfast room was hot this morning; the hotel was hot. Then tonight I noticed the breakfast room was cool and saw an air conditioner. When I went downstairs, I asked the girl whether the rooms were air-conditioned. She said mine was--"it is the thing that looks like a picture." Well, of course--how could I miss it--it's called Art Cool. I still blame the hotel, though, because the remote wasn't in my room. If I had had that, I would have just pointed to all the walls until something worked.