WORST HOTEL EXPERIENCE EVER!
I should have known that this hotel was going to majorly suck when I was checked-in to a dirty room...not dirty as" a stain on the carpet", dirty as in "the bed hadn't even been changed and the bathroom towels on the floor were still wet".
When I called the front desk to ask for a new room, they put me on hold for 15 minutes. I gave the phone to my friend, and walked down to the front desk, where they then told me "It's unfortunate that some people don't like to do their job." I kid you not! His words exactly.
So, with no apology whatsoever, he checked me into another room, gave me new keys and I grabbed John (the only awesome employee at this entire hotel) to help us move all 8 or so of our bags from one room to another.
This room was clean-ish. The shower dripped and the toilet constantly flushed on it's own, but I'd just driven 8 hours and was wiped. It would do.
The next day, I was carying a bunch of shwag down a hall when I tripped on a hole in the carpet (the hallway carpets stink of mold...oh joy!). As I was gathering everything together, not one but two employees of the hotel walked by me, looked down at what had happened, and continued walking as they laughed. Lovely.
Later that day, my room card stopped working, so I had to trek the friggin' quarter mile back to the front desk to ask why. It was only then that they informed me I had to keep my room key away from my cell phone as the cell signal wipes the card...thanks for that heads-up when we checked in!
And the final bit of joy this hotel brought to my life, as we tried to leave the parking lot with the card they had given us, we couldn't. Why? Because when he had issued me a new room, he had forgotten to issue me a new key for the parking lot-which is linked to your room. I had to park the car, walk back into the hotel, wait in the line, and then ask them why they sucked so major? He didn't have an answer.
When I asked to speak to the manager, and then exlained everything that had gone wrong at her hotel, she simply stared at me. As in, she said NOTHING! She just stared at me until I became so completely frustrated that I walked away before I screamed. This "stare at the angry guest until they leave" must be a new method they are teaching management at Doubletree.
So, ready to simply drive across their lawn in my SUV to get out of their gated lot (I still didn't have a working lot key), I was saved from doing so by John, the bellboy/only awesome employee in the entire friggin' hotel. He had a master key for the lot and let us out.
John is awesome. He should be the new GM for the hotel, and maybe, just maybe, this hotel would not suck to the extreme that it does.