The Teakettle Room
I returned from the poker room at dawn's early light last weekend to Harrah's Marina Bayview Tower Room 16073. I was exhausted and ready to crash.
Not so fast, Cardgrrl!
Although I was yearning to fall into the arms of of Morpheus, my tender ears were assaulted with this. It was really loud, louder than the recording suggests.
At first, the front desk would not even consider moving me to another room at that hour. I asked, please, if I might speak to a supervisor. No supervisor was forthcoming, but lo-and-behold, another ~ and blissfully much quieter ~ room was found for me right away. I packed and moved in 10 minutes flat.
This is why legitimate complaints are worth pursuing, politely of course.
Labels: Atlantic City
posted by Cardgrrl @ 1:54 AM
6 Comments:
Yes, more posts is good, even if that means they are less directly poker-y. Heck, maybe ESPECIALLY then, as that provides a more rounded view of your life.
If it hadn't have been interrupting sleep, I'd say it was actually quite pretty! But glad you were able to move. I used to work the front desk at hotels and always complain (nicely) now if something isn't quite right. There is always another room.
Blogging about other things than poker? You know how I feel about that.
what an eerie noise that is!
/j.
Sounds a bit like a little kid playing the recorder...badly.
Good for you. Hotel rooms are a way to spoil yourself so it's good that you asked to be moved somewhere else.
A restaurant is basically the only place where I'll never complain. I've seen the movie Waiting. No thanks.
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