Sometimes, just the fact that I can blog about something makes me feel a little bit better as it’s happening. Didn’t help me yesterday, much as I tried. I was heading down to Mullingar for the National Womens Enterprise Day. The event was organised by the County Enteprise Boards and it promised to be a good networking session as well as an opportunity to hear Ruth Badger and Shiela O’Flanagan – couple of people I’m happy to pay (with time as well as money) to see.
Dunlaoghaire Rathdown County Enterprise Board had kindly offered to pick up the tab for accommodation (not just for me, but for 9 other clients of theirs – the first nine to ask) so I was going down on Tuesday evening. I had an important call at 7.30 so my bright idea was to leave Dublin early and set myself up and get a couple of quiet hours work done. I rang the Mullingar Park Hotel – where we were staying – on Sunday to double check that there was broadband in the room. Was assured there was and so planned it that way. Negotiated the M50, arrived at 6.00 – got my user name and password from the very pleasant young woman on reception for the broadband.
Arrived in room, kicked up laptop, started battle – searched for wifi with PDA, networks there but no connection. Ring reception, get told to re-boot my laptop. Fume. Re-boot laptop. Another 15 minutes of frustration. Ring reception, get told that the duty manager will come up and help to get me connected. Fume. Pace around room. Fume. Have now lost 45 minutes. Porter arrives in. Asks me to re-boot laptop. Tell him I have done that already and that I run a software as a service company and personally manage our IT infrastructure, travel extensively with my PDA and laptop and I know when it’s not possible to connect. He politely said that he was just the porter and didn’t know much about this stuff.
I asked him very nicely (honest!) to just tell me which room had the best reception – other than the lobby. Only the lobby was the answer (not quite as bluntly as that) – asked me if I’d like to walk around the corridors checking to see was there better reception anywhere. Honest! I realised I was onto a loser and I’d better just try and calm down for the phone call, so I thanked him and asked him to leave.
Duty manager arrives 10 minutes later, starts out a bit badly by addressing me as Miss Flynn. eh, would that be another room she was on her way to? She explains that she wanted to sort this out. I explained that I was on an important phone call in approximately 3 minutes. She didn’t seem to get that, and continued to chat. I asked her politely to leave. Honest!
So now I hate the Mullingar Park Hotel, and every tiny thing like the buzzing that went on all night, the noise from the room next door and the elevator, the shower that ranged from scalding to freezing every 3 minutes, the stains (albeit cleaned stains) on the sheets all just came together to make me long to get out of there. All the good things about the place – pleasant staff, nice decor, plenty of parking – all just disappeared and I would be loathe to go to another conference there. And would never recommend them. Why?
Because they didn’t tell me the truth. Their wifi sucks and they know it. All they had to do was tell me that and I wouldn’t feel so hostile towards them.
Then I asked them for a comment card and they gave me a compliment slip. I wrote on it that it was a shame that the rest of world would see my comments before they did. And it is.