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Status: Diamond
Property: DoubleTree London Victoria
Booked: Twin room
Received: read on ...
Wow. Just, wow! Never have I seen such lack of ability by hotel staff.
Room 1: We got to the hotel at about 1100 so we said we were more than happy to drop our bags and come back. We were told our room was ready so that was a bonus. We headed up to room 402. Now my profile is very clear that I like a high floor away from the elevators. This was anything but. So we headed back down to ask if there had been some misunderstanding with accessing my profile. Apparently I had just been offered the first room the staff member had seen - so the only issue with my preference was that it had not been considered at all. (Note that it is a ten floor hotel, so the fourth level is about as low as possible.)
Room 2: The staff member had a look and said we could have room 825 but it was not ready. As we were expecting to drop our bags anyway we did just that and went for a walk. At about 1400 we came back to be given our keys. Now, on the eighth floor the rooms go from 1 to 25. up one side and back the other, so room 25 was actually closer to the elevator that the previous 402. Back downstairs. by this time time my travelling companion was hiding near the elevators as I was starting to fume!
Room 3: The staff member said she was sorry she didn't realise it was closer (than 402). What! Has she never walked the floors to see the bl**dy product she is bl**dy well selling? I was gobsmacked. She then had another look and offered us room 811. She made a point of calling house-keeping to check the room was good to go. We got upstairs to find the door ajar and room untouched since the previous occupant had left it!
Room 4: Back downstairs, and I asked for them to call us a taxi and book us into another hotel. This time we were served by a very apologetic duty manager offering all sorts of reasons about computers crashing and info not available about clean rooms. I really don't give a flying #### why you stuffed up. I do give a #### that you fix it. She offered us room 901!
See where I am going with this? She said it was a junior suite and there highest level of room and there were two doors between the corridor and bedroom. (Actually there aren't.) She offered to take us up to it and show us. So upstairs. Again. There was the suite with a king bed in the bedroom and fold out bed in the lounge. *sigh* My travelling companion was happy with the sofa bed as she isn't troubled by corridor/elevator noise, so we accepted - grudgingly.
Whilst we were out a fruit platter was delivered to our room with an unsigned form letter apologising for "the discomfort or distress you might have experienced". Semantics, I know, but that is not taking responsibility for ####ing us around.
Footnote: it was only later that we noticed the bathroom was missing the toilet roll holder, the fridge door didn't close properly, and the pod coffee machine was missing coffee pods.