I am the weird one

At 8am I got a phone call from the hotel receptionist who wanted to know whether or not I was planning on going to breakfast this morning. I declined and then at 10am housekeeping came to clean my room which necessitated me getting dressed rapidly in order to shoo them away. For a few moments, I got really annoyed. My flight arrived at 3am and I was exhausted. However, I was operating on US hospitality rules that dictate that you can do whatever you want in the space you are ‘renting’ which includes sleeping past 8am if you so choose. However, here I’m just throwing off the whole system. There are only 10 rooms in this small Niger hotel and there isn’t an endless staff to feed me or clean up after me at whatever weird hour I decide to start my day.  I am the weird one in this situation.