I was just arrived in New York and I still had to find an apartment. Until I did it, my father had booked one room for me in a hotel. It was at the last minute, then we hadn’t had a lot of choice. So, we took a room in the Days In Hotel on Broadway at the 94th Street.
When the taxi dropped me at the hotel, my first feeling wasn’t too good because they were performing work on the front of the building.When I got inside, they gave me the key and i went up by the elevator. I was on the 11th floor; “the darkness one” had used to say the other clients. It is totally in the dark with awful fluorescent lamps. My room wasn’t so bad without watching the view by the window,but it was not too small and the bed was huge, as I like it. Then, after 6 flight hours I had wanted to have a bath. However, when I wanted to start running the hot water there wasn’t! I tried to find a number somewhere to call the hotel ‘ s reception but there wasn’t too! I had to go down. Once I had stopped to each of the eleven floors because there is only one elevator, the guy told me there was hot water but I had to wait for few minutes. Indeed! I waited for ten minutes watching the water flowing… and finally the hot water came! Later I tried to use the internet but it doesn’t work too.
The worst was coming… During 4 days, I had to complain for so many things!
The housekeeper who didn’t come every day and the guy of the reception who answered me that it was normal… Why? Because apparently she only has to clean your room if you have some dirty towels, but actually how could she know? If she even doesn’t open your room’s door!
Peoples who were running and screaming in the corridor of the floor every night… I should have complain but as I said they don’t have any number to call the reception… So when you are awake by cries and people who have knocked on your door, trust me you don’t even have the strength to go down the eleven floors.
At the end, the worst was the day of my departure. For half an hour, I had had to get down three times asking someone for my luggage. Then I realized there was only one man to do it for twelve floors and fifteen rooms at each one.
When I finally checked out and I saw the bile already paid by my father, I was horrified.
1500 $ for 4 days in this hotel, with this bad service, I think it’s a little bit ashamed don’t you…