Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts

Saturday, February 23, 2013

I'm sorry! (Sorry Hilton, I'm tired of your apologies)

To: Hilton Customer Care
From: Terry Tingle
Acct: XXXXXXX95               
Re: Very, very poor experience at Hilton property

I love writing notes to my preferred travel partners about great experiences. I rarely write about poor experiences, primarily because no one is perfect, and everyone eventually misses. But in this case, I feel that there are too many failures that should not go unchecked.
I traveled to Columbia, MO on Thursday February 14th, 2013 with reservations for 2 rooms at the Hilton Garden Inn. I also had 2 rooms reserved for the February 15th which I was hoping to release, but since I could not get a room with a king and a sofa sleeper (or a double), I had no choice but to take one of those rooms for one night. It’s been my experience that Hilton properties go above and beyond to take care of Gold members with respect to room requests, and I was hoping that I could get that service. WOW, was I ever wrong!
Let’s start with the most egregious of any error that could be committed by a hotel, that which involves the safety and security of the hotel guests. On Thursday, February 14th, we had two rooms – 114 and 120. At approximately 4:30 PM a young man entered room 120, and acted surprised (more like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar) when he found two adults in the room. When he was confronted with how he got in the room, he held up a room key and said he was looking for the pool. Apparently some hotels put swimming pools in guest rooms. Before any other conversation took place, he left the room and disappeared. We notified the front desk of this a short time later. Their response – “sorry.” No real probing how it happened, just sorry. In fact, their response was along the line of they mistakenly gave him a key, and assured us it would not happen again. Since we were working on the presumption that it should NEVER happen, this assurance meant nothing. No other comments. No other offers of apologies. Nothing  really. In hindsight I assume that they wanted to ignore it and/or put it behind them.
The next morning, I caught wind of two rooms checking out early. I asked the guests if they had doubles or kings with sofa sleepers. They had doubles. Awesome for us as that this would solve our problem. I went back to the front desk and asked if we could move. They denied that anyone checked out early, and told us that we would have to likely get the additional room. Talking about feeling gouged! Again , no apologies. No explanations. Nothing other than “show me the money.”
At this point , I was honestly tempted to check out and get rooms at the Hampton Inn in Jefferson City. I let my family talk me out of it. Perhaps my biggest regret in years.
That night I returned to room 249 at approximately 10:30 PM for the evening. After 2 calls to the front desk seeking assistance to quell the noise from the neighboring rooms, I was eventually able to fall asleep at around 2 AM. I woke up to my alarm at 6:30 AM feeling like crap. This was, by far and away, the worst night that I ever had in a hotel and that title now belongs to a Hilton brand. Knowing the pride of Hilton in a good night's sleep, I did not think that this was possible.
Punch drunk from a horrible evening, and anxious to check out, I left room 249 and traveled to 120. Confident that we cleared that room, I went to room 114. After a frantic effort to gather our belongings, I visited the front desk, and made sure that I let them know that not only was I not 100% satisfied with this stay, it was perhaps the worst experience I have ever had in a hotel. Way below Hilton standards. I was told by Jamie that she would check with the manager on  comping one night’s stay, and would definitely "post points" to my HHonors account. One week later and I’ve seen neither, but it gets worse.
After visiting my daughter’s apartment, we started to head out of town when I realized my iPad was not in my briefcase. I checked the tracking program from my iPhone, and the iPad registered as still at the hotel. I called and spoke with Jamie, relayed my problem, and told her I was on the way. Upon arrival, Jamie apologized (these apologies are really getting old) and said it was not there. When I told her that I had evidence to the contrary, she again apologized, and assured me that she would look into it.
Within the hour, my iPad dropped from my tracking program, meaning it was shut off or was disconnected from the network. I called later that evening, and was told it did not show up. I asked to speak with the GM, and they transferred me to his voice mail. I left a message that based on my memory of leaving it 114, and the tracking that it was at the hotel, I was confident that it was definitely at the hotel. I really wanted to speak with him prior to filing a police report.
Six days later and I still have not heard from him. Based on the fact that his staff gave a stranger a key to my room, his staff ignored my request for the room that suited my needs (presumably for an additional night’s room and tax), his staff could not provide with a sound night of sleep, and topped off with a stolen iPad, I guess I can see why he did not want to talk to me. But again, I expect more from a Hilton. (I did eventually hear from Jamie, and she acted surprised that I was expecting a call from the GM. She apologized on his behalf. Really? Another apology?)
I'd love to tell you that this story has a happy ending. The happy ending may be that I discover that Hyatt or Marriott can offer what Hilton does not. Stay tuned....

Friday, January 6, 2012

Spring Break – West Coast Style

For the most part, the Tingle family spring break consisted of a trip to the Quad-Cities. Woohoo! Now that’s what I call living. Or not. Actually it was nice because we were able see all of the family that we did not see at Christmas. But for the kids, it was worse than boring. It was a slap in the face in front of their friends that sought warmer climates, often with beaches and waves.
Last year was really our first big spring break trip when we took the family, and joined a few other friends, on the beautiful Riviera Maya. It was an awesome trip, and I’m glad we did it for Abbey’s senior year. But I just can’t see doing it every year. Or so I thought.
This year, Peggy and Rachel are going on a cruise with some other families. My mom is going to join them making it a Girl’s Getaway. I’m staying back, and since Abbey can’t go on that trip, I thought she and I could do a dad/daughter trip out west. I enjoy So Cal, and I haven’t been to LA for a couple of years. Abbey has never been to California. Being the ultra-hip young lady that she is, I think it’s only appropriate that she shows LA how it’s done.
Having been to LA a half dozen times or so, I thought that we would see some of the traditional sights, starting with Rodeo Drive. We’ll spend a night at the Roosevelt, because that’s where Lindsay Lohan crashes (in more ways than one) these days. I also want to spend some time down in Orange County, especially the ultra-hip Newport Beach area.
We’ll arrive mid-day Saturday and come back mid-afternoon on Tuesday. With that limited time, what are the “don’t miss” things to do?

Monday, June 13, 2011

Bye Bye Delta. It’s been fun.

Dear Delta,
Do you remember when I would book an economy ticket, and sit in first class? And when I would book an exit aisle seat (seat 26C on the MD88), and no matter how many times you would change that flight or equipment I would still have an exit aisle seat? And when I would call you, I would get to speak to a live person in less than 3 minutes? I liked that time.
I know that we don’t see each other as much as we used to. I changed jobs last year. Part of it was economy related; part of it was normal reorganization. Most of the travel I make today is by car. But when I do fly, I am loyal to you. I am fairly certain that sometime soon I’ll be back to flying like I used to – about 80 to 90 thousand miles a year.
But, my dear Delta, when that day comes, I think I may have to find a new partner. Things just aren’t like they used to be. I thought that my 3+ years as a medallion (2+ as Platinum) would still matter to you. Sure, you still have some awesome gate agents and flight attendants, but things have definitely changed. And I can clearly see that you just don’t love me like you used to. I understand that I’m just not there for you like I used to be, but I guess I really didn’t expect this kind of response:
·         You changed my itinerary on the same trip. TWICE! And both times you move me from an exit aisle seat to a middle seat. That’s three times in the last year that you did me like this. I swear that I told you numerous times in the past that my anxiety/claustrophobia will just not let me sit there.  Because of that, I pick my flight times based on aisle availability. You must have forgotten that.
·         When my Worldmate app (your in-house notification system must have lost my phone number/email address) told me my itinerary had changed (equipment, I guess) and I was moved from my exit aisle seat of 25C to a crappy middle seat of 15B, I called your SkyMiles “priority line.” After about 15 minutes on hold I spoke with Kay, who I really thought was my new best friend. She put me back in an exit aisle seat (26C). Maybe you do still love me!
·         Four hours later I went to check in online and found I was still in that crappy seat of 15B. What happened? Kay just told me that I was put back in a seat I reserved when I bought my ticket. No doubt that you don’t love me anymore.
I tried calling you, but I guess you were too busy to talk to me. While I was on hold, I went to your web site and opened a chat session with Glen. Man, was he really helpful. He told me he was sorry for the inconvenience, he was sorry for my disappointment, and that I should call Delta Customer Service. That chat feature sure is helpful!
Fortunately, I was still waiting to speak with you via your SkyMiles Priority Line. About 100 minutes in to the call, I fell asleep waiting to speak with you. When I woke up the next morning, I checked my phone log. The total call duration was 4 hours, 29 minutes. TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-NINE MINUTES I waited to talk to you. All I can say is WOW! I can sure  see how important my call is to you.


So Delta, I get the message. It’s time to see other people. So while I wait for my next job/responsibilities change and I start traveling my previous 80,000 miles per year, I will see if Continental, United, and US Air improved since I last traveled and swore I’d never sit in their seats again. Who knows, maybe I’ll find the love and the long-lasting relationship that I thought you and I had. Worse case, I’ll get the same service I had with you. But at that, I really haven’t lost anything have I?
Good luck Delta, and I hope we can still be friends.
Sincerely,
Your Previously Loyal Customer