The first thing I noticed upon arriving was that the lobby smelled clean. It wasn’t an overpowering chemical smell like bleach or anything like that— just a genuine cleanliness. I took this to be a good sign, but that’s where the niceties ended.
When I got to my room, the first thing I noticed was my door was missing part of its swing-security guard, rendering it useless. Additionally, the curtain to the window was falling off of its track.
Next, there is no suitable drinking water easily accessible. There are two vending machines on the property, neither of which have water. When I asked the man at the front desk where I could find some, he pointed to a 5 gallon jug off to the side of the desk. The 5oz styrofoam cups were on the opposite end of the lobby. I had to walk to a gas station at 2am to grab a couple water bottles.
Since the door was missing the swing latch, I wedged the ironing board in the handle to prevent the door from being opened. And I’m glad I did. As I was gathering my things before checkout the next morning, house keeping knocked on the door. I told them, “No thank you!” three times, yet they stood there attempting to open the door for a solid 2 minutes while I was still in the room, had expressed I did not want housekeeping, and before checkout. I ended up going to the door and pounding on it so they would stop trying to get in as I was getting ready to leave. What type of house keeping is that suborn before checkout? It was borderline harassment.