During the two week conference I recently completed, most of my hotel stay was lovely. Nice room, great breakfast, etc. But there was one thing that frustrated me every single day, and that was my hotel room key.
Now, I have checked into a lot of hotels, and I almost always get the same warning. “Keep the key away from your phone or credit cards, as it may demagnetize it.” Sure, no problem. I never keep my key in my wallet, but in a specific pocket of my purse. In the past, this has generally been enough precaution, as I’ve rarely had an issue.
But in Tampa, I had an experience that I’ve never had before. Literally every day I was there, I had to have them re-do my key. In fact, the first time I tried to use it the darn thing was demagnetized. I don’t know if they have special super sensitive keys there or what, but by the end of the conference it was making me CRAZY. Every day at the end of the conference, I would go upstairs (to the 16th floor, which at a conference hotel took forEVER since everyone else was on the elevator at the same time), try my key which wouldn’t work, and go all the way back to the ground floor to get it fixed. I tried keeping the key in different places away from my purse, various pockets in my clothing, and my nametag holder. Nothing would work. One night I even had maintenance come up to make sure my lock wasn’t malfunctioning in some way. They couldn’t find anything.
Finally, the straw that broke the camel’s back: after a brutal 18 hour day involving serious work frustrations and hideous back pain, I went up to my room, which took 20 minutes due to huge lines at the elevator. I limped down the hall, hoping I would make it through the door before my back just gave out. (Plus, being six months pregnant, I really, really had to use the restroom.) Of course, the key didn’t work. At this point, the tears started flowing. I tried, I truly did, to keep them back, but hormones and frustrations insisted on having their way. As I made my way back downstairs, I gave myself a talking to. “Now RW, you know that whoever is at the front desk is not personally responsible for this $%*^% key being so %*#($ difficult.” It didn’t work. When I got to the front desk, I explained exactly why I was so frustrated, in no uncertain terms. Of course, I probably looked pretty pitiful, with tears running down my cheeks. She apologized profusely, gave me a new key, and sent me back upstairs. After directing me to the lobby restroom.
From that point on, I kept the key away from all metal, and I didn’t have any more problems. Of course, the only place on my person that was away from all metal was…. My bra. Oh well. I guess we all do what we must. Of course, I’ve stayed at a few places since then, and I haven’t had any issues…..
Readers, have you ever had repeated issues with a hotel key not working? How did you finally solve it?