LSchrow
life without the BWVs is <null and void>
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- May 11, 2000
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worst was poly, the saturday after 9/11.
new (& incredibly unmagical) cm at front desk. she kept insisting we owed additional monies. after 45+ minutes, my niceness level was wearing thin, so i asked for a manager. manager comes out, huffing & puffing, & rolling eyes at us, but fixes it (no, we didn't owe more).
cm is clearly angry, won't talk, just writes number down & flips the room card across the counter.
get to room, & it smells dank, but this is floida & humid, so we accept it. open drapes to a large, filled dumpster on our patio (btw, we obviously didn't get our one & only request of "not bottom floor").
at this point, we were exhausted, & figured we would just deal with it. i go to lay down b/c i was feeling woozey. DD grabs me, & says, "mom! you're wheezing really bad!!" (i've asthma, but never hear the sound
), & sure enough, i check a mirror & my lips are getting the worrisome blue tone.
turn on all the available lights (y'know how dark the poly is), & suddenly we all notice the black mold literally covering the ar vents, thick patches of it on the walls & ceiling.
call the FD....took multiple calls & finally resorting to yelling, but they finally moved us.
some "suits" passed us as we left the room, one of them said, very angry & upset, "did those guests just come out of room #00???!! NO ONE was supposed to go in that room without (xxx)!!!" (he realized we heard him, so lowered his voice, but we assume it was masks/protection, etc).
bellservices was great (helped us carry the bags to our new room on the 2nd floor b/c the elevator was broken).
and our compensation:
a free coffeemaker for the length of our stay
lol
new (& incredibly unmagical) cm at front desk. she kept insisting we owed additional monies. after 45+ minutes, my niceness level was wearing thin, so i asked for a manager. manager comes out, huffing & puffing, & rolling eyes at us, but fixes it (no, we didn't owe more).
cm is clearly angry, won't talk, just writes number down & flips the room card across the counter.
get to room, & it smells dank, but this is floida & humid, so we accept it. open drapes to a large, filled dumpster on our patio (btw, we obviously didn't get our one & only request of "not bottom floor").
at this point, we were exhausted, & figured we would just deal with it. i go to lay down b/c i was feeling woozey. DD grabs me, & says, "mom! you're wheezing really bad!!" (i've asthma, but never hear the sound
), & sure enough, i check a mirror & my lips are getting the worrisome blue tone.turn on all the available lights (y'know how dark the poly is), & suddenly we all notice the black mold literally covering the ar vents, thick patches of it on the walls & ceiling.
call the FD....took multiple calls & finally resorting to yelling, but they finally moved us.
some "suits" passed us as we left the room, one of them said, very angry & upset, "did those guests just come out of room #00???!! NO ONE was supposed to go in that room without (xxx)!!!" (he realized we heard him, so lowered his voice, but we assume it was masks/protection, etc).
bellservices was great (helped us carry the bags to our new room on the 2nd floor b/c the elevator was broken).
and our compensation:
a free coffeemaker for the length of our stay
lol
(and no, I'm not kidding, just ask her drunken, drug-using partying-all-night next door neighbors!)
Nice. I'm sure that was magical for her. Don't worry, she probably understood you even if she didn't speak English.
). I'm not a high-maintenance guest, but I do like to get what I pay for, and will complain if I don't. Better than stewing in it!
