Holmes Place

So yes, Holmes Place, the snivelling bunch of bureaucratic tosspot scumbags. I really can’t begin to emphasise just how gobsmacked I am by their attitude to customers, but I have to say, I wouldn’t ever recommend Holmes Place to anyone ever again.

Fair enough, I understand, they have a minimum contract, and they make their money from the people who sign up in January in a fit of the New Year resolutions, do maybe a month or two, and then don’t come back. That’s where the profit and cream comes from for the business – after all, if people have to pay, but choose not to use the facilities, that’s their choice.

What I object to on just about every front, though, is their attitude when this isn’t the case, when you’ve moved (or, in my case, am primarily based) somewhere else, where there’s no Holmes Place within a radius of 65 miles. I can’t help that, and it’s down to the company not having a facility in the area. If there were a Holmes Place in the area, I’d be using it, and I would’ve transferred my membership over to that one. But there simply isn’t the facility. Yet I’ve still got to pay for four months where I can’t use the gym, not where I decide not to.

I’m still going to find the name of their customer services director, and write another snotty letter to them. In the meantime, well, it’s time to get D4D™ into the top ten on Google for a search on Holmes Place. Currently I’m only at about #15…


Accuracy

Do you ever look at an email that’s been “personalised” (i.e. data about your preferences, or the other things you’ve bought from the same company, has been used to modify the content so that it’s more ‘targeted’ towards you) and just think “Man, they’ve got that one so wrong”.

Today’s example came to me from those uber-twunts of the gig-ticket world, TicketMaster. The subject line, to get my attention, was – um –

Lyle, don’t miss Lionel Ritchie

Wow, how wrong can one line get?


Next Week

So yes, after the Travelodge mistake, I’ve booked somewhere very different for next week. But at least it has broadband and wireless across the entire place. And my commute/walk looks like it’ll be about five minutes at most between hotel and office.

Mind you, they’ve got a fucking horrible website, and the booking procedure’s been a nightmare. Like I’m going to send my credit card details (particularly when they ask for card number, expiry date, and the security number off the back) through email. Dullards.

But still, it should be pretty swanky for a week’s stay. I love this expenses lark…

Mind you, following that I’m going to be back in the B&B I started with, and I’ve managed to wangle access to their wireless network now (Not something they offer as standard, it has to be said) so that makes it more likely I’ll stay there for the rest of the duration. They’re not the greatest place, but it does fulfil all the requirements – the only one it really missed out on was the internet connectivity, so now that’s sorted too, it should be fine.


The Travelodge Rant or Mistakes I have made (Part One)

Well, I can honestly say that booking myself into the Travelodge this week was a mistake. An epic mistake, in fact. OK, I can write a lot of it off as “a learning experience”, which roughly translates to “Things I intend to only ever do once in my life”.

Put it this way – I now understand why they charge you upfront for the rooms. If they left it ’til the end of the stay, they’d be losing money.

Obviously, I understand that the entire thing is a business, and thus is there to make a profit. I’ve been in the hospitality business, and have been strongly considering going back into it in the long run. But that’s a post for another time. However, running a profitable business doesn’t – well, doesn’t to me, anyway – mean gouging every available penny from one’s customers. It also doesn’t mean “annoy the shit out of them with stupid unnecessary stuff”. Oh, and it does mean “get into at least the 20th century”.

Bear in mind, this Travelodge that I’m using is brand new. It’s been built less than four years – and I think, only in the last couple of years. But because of the “gouge as much as possible from customers” ethos, they still try to charge a minimum of 50p per minute for phone calls. And more if they can get away with it. Calling a local-rate 0845 number that should be dead cheap? 50p a minute please. Calling an 0800 (or whatever the bloody code is now) freephone number? 50p per minute, please. Yes, even freephone calls are charged. So internet access is chargeable, and at rates that would’ve been extortionate five years ago, let alone now.

I just don’t understand the ethos. If you let that kind of stuff go through, it’s not costing you anything as a business – and in fact it’s going to increase your business, as people will stay there because it’s allowing through the internet access without gouging you for it. But oh no, instead they’ll charge through the nose for things that people usually now take for granted.

In the same context, I don’t really get the “charge extra for breakfast” ethos either. The place I stayed last week was a flat rate, including breakfast (although still no internet access – can’t have everything) and still cost less than the Travelodge’s room-only rate.

Oh, and when you get to the room, you have to use your key-card to turn on the power, lights etc. And it turns on the bloody air-conditioning too. Not that I normally object to air-con. But in October? Is it really necessary? It’s incredibly loud too – and you can’t turn the fucking thing off. I spoke to reception about it, and got told “No, it’s not something you can turn off. It’s automatic”. (It turns out that there is a way to do it – if you have a spare card, or piece of plastic, or use the cardboard wallet the keycard comes in, fold it in half, and slot that down the left-hand side of the slot. Apparently, this turns on power etc. without activating the air-con. I’ll be trying it tonight, you can be sure) The only other way to turn it off is to pull out the keycard from the power box. Which, of course, means you don’t have any power or light. That’s OK when you want to sleep, but not during the evening!

Ah yes, power. For a hotel only built in the last five years (at most) you’d think they’d take things like power-points into consideration, wouldn’t you? But oh no, Travelodge don’t want to waste power costs on nasty things like customers. So there’s precisely one available power socket in the room. Nothing near the beds, it’s over on the desk. How tight-fisted can you get? Of course, you’re not going to want to , I don’t know, charge up a mobile phone overnight. Or use a laptop. Well, you might – but you can only do one at a time. And you won’t be able to charge anything overnight because – yes! – you’ve pulled the power card, so that the fucking air-conditioning doesn’t keep you awake!

In short, Travelodges are probably fine for a one-night stay, as just somewhere to crash and burn. For a prolonged stay, they’re just fucking horrible – and will try to charge for absolutely everything. Needless to say, I won’t be staying at Travelodge next week…


Holmes Place

Back at the start of the year, we both joined the Holmes Place gym. Not cheap, but at the time it was convenient for where I worked, and easy enough for Herself to get to, so it meant we made good use of it.

Now, though, I’m working in Cambridge, and not going to the gym. Even more relevantly, I couldn’t go to a Holmes Place if I tried, as the nearest one is sixty-fucking-five miles away. So two months ago I tendered my resignation from the club, seeing as I was in an area where they couldn’t provide me with any service, and I refuse to pay £65 per month for something I’m not using. At the start of the membership we’d checked this out, and the guy we signed up through had said that if we did move to an area where they had no services, we’d be able to leave with no problem, even bearing in mind the minimum term of 12 months’ membership.

I got an email from them yesterday…

Holmes Place only offers the opportunity to cancel your members upon completion of the initial core period as outlined in your Membership Agreement, and provided that your membership is up-to-date with all membership subscription payments.

We appreciate that circumstances can change and at Holmes Place we endeavour to be as flexible as possible. Therefore, there are a number of alternative options available to you if you are finding it difficult to visit your club including, transferring your membership to another club to a friend or family member. You can also choose to link your membership to another Club through our Clublink option.

You can also freeze your membership it it is for business, medical, pregnancy or student purposes and if your request is accompanied by supporting documentation. We freeze for a maximum of 3 months.

If you would like to discuss any of these options, or discuss in details the reason why your membership has not been cancelled, please contact the Membership Service Team.

So in short, “you’re going to keep on paying, even though we can’t do anything for you.”

Needless to say, I’m going to be calling them and telling them just exactly how far they can shove their membership. And I’ve cancelled the Direct Debit with the bank too, so the fuckers can’t get any money out of me. Ha.


Libraries (Again)

So, after Saturday’s arse-about with bureaucracy, and the sending of a snotty email, I still hadn’t had any response. So I thought well, what the hell, give them a call.

Twenty sodding minutes later, I’m a member of the library in Cambridge. But not before going through three different people, two of whom insisted that I couldn’t actually join the library because I don’t live in Cambridge. Irrespective of the webpage about who can join the Cambridgeshire libraries that specifically states

Question:Can anyone join the library?
Answer:You can join the library at any age if you:

  • are a permanent resident of Cambridgeshire
  • work or study in Cambridgeshire
  • are visiting Cambridgeshire

the first two jobsworths insisted that I could only join if I lived in Cambs. But that’s not what the web page says. Well, sir, you still can’t. Fuckwits.

Eventually I got through to someone who had at least two braincells active, who went through the procedure no worries. Maybe she was the rocket-scientist of the three. I don’t know.

But at least now all I have to do next week is provide proof of my ID (breaking out the trusty passport and/or drivers licence again) and job done.


Apologetic

One thing that brightened my day this week – I got a full and unreserved apology from the council for the utter fuckup that was made of the recruitment process.

I sent off a letter last Friday to the chief executive of the council, and copied in the head of HR, and the guy I’d been dealing with at the agency. The reply came back within the week, and was exceptionally apologetic, explaining that the guy who had caused the problem has been off sick, and has been replaced by a new interim Head of IT, and that the entire process is now under investigation within the council.

So it sounds like Mr Sensitive is in for a major kicking at the hands of the HR department, and frankly it won’t be anything he doesn’t deserve. And because of the letter, the agency are now going to send an invoice to the council for their recruitment costs, as they got the right person, and got the job offered, but then everything at the council turned to ratshit. Which ain’t the agency’s problem, and as such they might as well see whether they can get anything out of it.

So, a bollocking, an apology, and an agency that’s very happy with me even though I’m not currently working for them. Can’t be bad!