Homicidal tendencies
I am never, ever using this hotel for an event ever again.
There were a series of little things and miscommunications that had me fussed, before tonight. I had to work with five different staff to get what we needed, and they didn't seem to want to accommodate us - we're a relatively small group (40-50 people) and not a huge profit margin for them, I get that.
But this is beyond the fucking pale.
I came back from Kinko's tonight, ready to get a full nights' sleep for a change. And I went to our conference room to drop off the handouts for tomorrow. And it was completely rearranged - different layout, different A/V equipment, all our materials just gone from the walls and registration area. I panicked and went to talk to the manager, who found that we'd been moved to another room (the redirection sign read "Mary Kay has been moved to the Tahoe Room" - my group is about as far from a cosmetics sales conference as you can get, I don't know what they were thinking). The new room has none of the dozens of things we had hung on the walls up and all our materials are stacked haphazardly in a corner.
Aside from the fact that that is not what I had discussed with the events coordinator, I now have to get up at 6:00 to set up the room again. No sleep. And what if I hadn't just happened to go to Kinko's? I would have walked in with 15 minutes to spare to set up the projector and found this mess? Not. On.
The only saving grace to the whole event (other than the fact that the meeting is going quite well) is that the bartender saw my face when I got back from all this craziness - I looked at him and said, "You're closed, aren't you," and he said he was, but he gave me (not sold me, gave me, which is unheard of in this place, where coffee costs $2.25 and a small bottle of water $2.50) a beer. God bless the bartender.
Still not coming back. Killkillkill.
There were a series of little things and miscommunications that had me fussed, before tonight. I had to work with five different staff to get what we needed, and they didn't seem to want to accommodate us - we're a relatively small group (40-50 people) and not a huge profit margin for them, I get that.
But this is beyond the fucking pale.
I came back from Kinko's tonight, ready to get a full nights' sleep for a change. And I went to our conference room to drop off the handouts for tomorrow. And it was completely rearranged - different layout, different A/V equipment, all our materials just gone from the walls and registration area. I panicked and went to talk to the manager, who found that we'd been moved to another room (the redirection sign read "Mary Kay has been moved to the Tahoe Room" - my group is about as far from a cosmetics sales conference as you can get, I don't know what they were thinking). The new room has none of the dozens of things we had hung on the walls up and all our materials are stacked haphazardly in a corner.
Aside from the fact that that is not what I had discussed with the events coordinator, I now have to get up at 6:00 to set up the room again. No sleep. And what if I hadn't just happened to go to Kinko's? I would have walked in with 15 minutes to spare to set up the projector and found this mess? Not. On.
The only saving grace to the whole event (other than the fact that the meeting is going quite well) is that the bartender saw my face when I got back from all this craziness - I looked at him and said, "You're closed, aren't you," and he said he was, but he gave me (not sold me, gave me, which is unheard of in this place, where coffee costs $2.25 and a small bottle of water $2.50) a beer. God bless the bartender.
Still not coming back. Killkillkill.
posted by The Stute Fish at 00:56
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