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I can’t wait. I just drove over 400 miles, traversed the state, and had 6 meetings with clients. Please tell me this AC is not really out. Maybe it just takes time to get going and its working a little light, that was the words of wisdom from the front desk. After giving it 3 hrs with my arms sticking to the desk and feet sweating on the tile I realize it’s a jungle in here. Give me a new room. It’s cooler in the hallway and cooler than that in the front lobby. That is why they are looking at me like I’m an alien. What’s the problem? Oh, I don’t know, just sweating like the I’m in the Congo, no big deal. OK sir, we have ONE room left. OK great, I will move all my shit and get a temperature reduction from the 110 degree heat. Know this – the AC systems at hotels now-a days are triggered to switch to HEAT when you increase temperature – if they work at all. This is a whole other abomination in the hotel world. In this case, it was not working however giving the appearance and sound of working.
This is when you cannot think it’s done or over just yet. Let’s be positive and get a workout! Great idea! Come back to the room, take a shower and the fucking shower is stuck on scalding hot water. Turn it to cold and it shuts off..I tried adjusting it, almost broke the handle, it just got worse. I got about a minute of cooler water, just enough, then scalding hot again. This is the WTF moment where you transcend to a much more primitive place and time in your life that you have lived through before.Like a sleeping mountain of extreme misery,this time and space from your past gets AWAKENED. Now it’s ON..You feel transported to a place long ago where anger and wrath ruled. Motivated you. Made you get through. Suddenly you have a rush of emotion from 25 yrs ago and you remember how pissed you really were at the time. It doesn’t feel good, just familiar in a weird way.
Next it’s the friging chair at the little desk near the TV, from the 1970’s.Pale green in a bad way with rollers on it, one of the only things that the Hampton decided to leave in their inventory 40 years later. It hurts to sit on. It makes you aware of how bad, old and useless it is. It screams to you, “ Kill me…Kill me now, Please...!!”I almost took its advice and carried the damned piece of flat board shit to the elevator to light it on fire and throw it in the dumpster out back but I didn’t want any more attention. No need to involve the authorities with my hotel misery in hell. They would just make it worse and arrest me.
Damn this place. I need compensation. The next morning the front desk asked,“ How was your stay?” I told them in a professional level voice of the problems and they shrunk away like they were under attack. No sympathy, no offering of a discount for the next stay. Nothing, just total and complete non-acknowledgement of me. All they did was hand me my receipt and I said, “OK, I guess this is my receipt” and they shrinked away refusing to make eye contact. I asked them why the Hampton did not notify the front desk after I responded to a text about an hour after check-in that I was not happy and why. They had no answer and looked away. It was too early for more drama so I let it go. This is a mid-level hotel, $180 a night, not a motel or a Comfort Inn. I am a paying customer and this place is taking me to hell and leaving me there. Screw them. I will follow up and express to them my nightmare on their property. These bastards need to know how fucked up their little hotel scheme has become, the cheap fucks. I refuse to live in hell. It’s hot enough outside, I will not internalize climate change and eternally sweat, take showers in boiling water and have to wear socks to walk around my room if I don’t want to. The retention pond and the pool in a lightning storm looked like a better alternative. They need to pay. I’m over it and I will not take it anymore. F them and the horse they rode on in.The front desk personnel all need to be fired and those back breaking hideous green chairs need to be taken out of their misery and thrown into a giant dumpster fire.