Let me say first that I rarely complain (at least not about DCV or WDW!). I love WDW and I love DVC and every minute I stay there is a gift. I felt that way when we walked into our studio, room 127, at the BCV this week. Just there for 2 days, and I planned to enjoy it! I took a cursory look around the room, and it appeared absolutely immaculent. Bathroom was spotless and the room smelled great. We had asked for an Epcot view, but this room looked out to the "woods" and when we opened our patio door we were not disappointed. One tiny "oops" at this point - there was a red toy in the landscaping just beyond the concrete pad of our patio. No big deal, some kid must have dropped it, and no one had gotten around to cleaning it up yet. That's all I noticed about the patio area.
That evening we searched for a corkscrew, and I couldn't remember if we were supposed to have one or not. While searching, I realized one of the utensil compartments was empty, so when I called housekeeping I asked them to bring some plastic knives along with the corkscrew. I knew we wouldn't be using them, but the next folks in the room wouldn't have to call. Again, so what, minor issue, easily solved. Housekeeping arrived with replacements in about 10 minutes.
We had a great day at the parks the next day, actually getting through Animal Kingdom, MGM, and part of Epcot before the day was over. It was wonderful!
That evening I was sitting on the couch and looked down at the floor. Just in front of the couch was a pill. I picked it up and realized it was an Advil that happened to be the exact color of one part of the carpet. We only take the "green" Advil, so I knew that this one belonged to a prior occupant of the room. All sorts of alarms started going off in my head.
My first thought was how grateful I was that our 3yob was not with us!! He would have found that pill in a minute and it would have been in his mouth. My second thought was thankfulness that 2 adults happened to stay in this room, rather than a couple with an even smaller child, who again, would have eaten that thing like candy. What really frightened me was when I considered other possibilities - Advil is bad enough, but my mother had all kinds of pills in all kinds of cool colors. Heart medicine, blood pressure medicine, etc. How tragic it could have been!! Like most mothers, I envisioned the worst. Parents distracted by unpacking, a crawling baby on the floor, the pill's down the hatch and the parents don't even notice. If the child's taken to the emergency room, they won't even be able to say what happened. Okay, take a deep breath here.
It was kind of like a veil was lifted from my eyes. Suddenly I noticed things about the room I hadn't "seen" before. The closet door was hard to shut (I hadn't really cared why before, it worked as well as most of them at my house). I looked closer and realized one of the screws holding it into the bracket which runs across the top of the closet needed to be reset. Another look outside the room and I realized that in addition to the toy on the ground, the rest of the area surrounding our patio looked like an ashtray. One that hadn't been emptied in a very long time. At least 50 cigarette butts. I swear I did not see them before.
I called the front desk early in the morning and got the switchboard. I told her I'd like to speak to a manager, but she said she would take a message for the front desk. (I guess they don't answer the phone directly until 8??). She took the information, but it was clear to me she felt I was just another complainer.
We checked out that day but before we left, I went back to the front desk in person hoping to get someone to understand just how serious this could have been. I again asked for a manager, and was told that they could take the complaint right there. I went through everything, and perhaps that was my mistake. The only real issue in my mind was the pill, and maybe the fact that I mentioned the other items diluted the seriousness for them. The guy who "took my complaint" didn't seem to think it was a very big deal. I knew, however, that I didn't dare post everything on this board without telling you that I also reported it!!
I've been trying to decide how to look at this, and I can't help but put the main part of the responsibility on housekeeping. They should have checked the utensils and replaced the corkscrew. They should have reported the closet door to maintenance. They should have taken a quick look out the window and asked the landscaping folks to do a little clean up work around the patio. And finally, they should have found that pill on the floor before I did.
Absolutely the pill was hard to see. I was in the room for an entire day before I noticed it. On the other hand, I'm not paid to make sure the floor is clean. There's a huge difference between vacumming a floor and making sure the floor is clean. If you've ever tried to teach a kid to use a mop, you know exactly what I mean.
Maybe I'm over-reacting because I have first-hand experience with Grandma's pills, an 11 month old baby, and ipecac syrup. It's not an experience I would wish on anyone.
In the end, I plan to write to member services about this and maybe I'll finally get someone's attention (perhaps just the number of complaints about it will get it to the top of housekeeping's list!). I will also view our next DVC room with a more critical eye the first time around. It will take more than this to discourage me about WDW or DVC, but I'll be less likely to assume the best in the future.
That evening we searched for a corkscrew, and I couldn't remember if we were supposed to have one or not. While searching, I realized one of the utensil compartments was empty, so when I called housekeeping I asked them to bring some plastic knives along with the corkscrew. I knew we wouldn't be using them, but the next folks in the room wouldn't have to call. Again, so what, minor issue, easily solved. Housekeeping arrived with replacements in about 10 minutes.
We had a great day at the parks the next day, actually getting through Animal Kingdom, MGM, and part of Epcot before the day was over. It was wonderful!
That evening I was sitting on the couch and looked down at the floor. Just in front of the couch was a pill. I picked it up and realized it was an Advil that happened to be the exact color of one part of the carpet. We only take the "green" Advil, so I knew that this one belonged to a prior occupant of the room. All sorts of alarms started going off in my head.
My first thought was how grateful I was that our 3yob was not with us!! He would have found that pill in a minute and it would have been in his mouth. My second thought was thankfulness that 2 adults happened to stay in this room, rather than a couple with an even smaller child, who again, would have eaten that thing like candy. What really frightened me was when I considered other possibilities - Advil is bad enough, but my mother had all kinds of pills in all kinds of cool colors. Heart medicine, blood pressure medicine, etc. How tragic it could have been!! Like most mothers, I envisioned the worst. Parents distracted by unpacking, a crawling baby on the floor, the pill's down the hatch and the parents don't even notice. If the child's taken to the emergency room, they won't even be able to say what happened. Okay, take a deep breath here.
It was kind of like a veil was lifted from my eyes. Suddenly I noticed things about the room I hadn't "seen" before. The closet door was hard to shut (I hadn't really cared why before, it worked as well as most of them at my house). I looked closer and realized one of the screws holding it into the bracket which runs across the top of the closet needed to be reset. Another look outside the room and I realized that in addition to the toy on the ground, the rest of the area surrounding our patio looked like an ashtray. One that hadn't been emptied in a very long time. At least 50 cigarette butts. I swear I did not see them before.
I called the front desk early in the morning and got the switchboard. I told her I'd like to speak to a manager, but she said she would take a message for the front desk. (I guess they don't answer the phone directly until 8??). She took the information, but it was clear to me she felt I was just another complainer.
We checked out that day but before we left, I went back to the front desk in person hoping to get someone to understand just how serious this could have been. I again asked for a manager, and was told that they could take the complaint right there. I went through everything, and perhaps that was my mistake. The only real issue in my mind was the pill, and maybe the fact that I mentioned the other items diluted the seriousness for them. The guy who "took my complaint" didn't seem to think it was a very big deal. I knew, however, that I didn't dare post everything on this board without telling you that I also reported it!!
I've been trying to decide how to look at this, and I can't help but put the main part of the responsibility on housekeeping. They should have checked the utensils and replaced the corkscrew. They should have reported the closet door to maintenance. They should have taken a quick look out the window and asked the landscaping folks to do a little clean up work around the patio. And finally, they should have found that pill on the floor before I did.
Absolutely the pill was hard to see. I was in the room for an entire day before I noticed it. On the other hand, I'm not paid to make sure the floor is clean. There's a huge difference between vacumming a floor and making sure the floor is clean. If you've ever tried to teach a kid to use a mop, you know exactly what I mean.
Maybe I'm over-reacting because I have first-hand experience with Grandma's pills, an 11 month old baby, and ipecac syrup. It's not an experience I would wish on anyone.
In the end, I plan to write to member services about this and maybe I'll finally get someone's attention (perhaps just the number of complaints about it will get it to the top of housekeeping's list!). I will also view our next DVC room with a more critical eye the first time around. It will take more than this to discourage me about WDW or DVC, but I'll be less likely to assume the best in the future.