I remember as part of our "Care Comity" meeting we were discussing issues guest have before they even reach the hotel. If a guest has a problem they before getting to you they will 95% of the time find something wrong with you too.. No matter how much out of the way you went for someone.
Speaking of other people's problems becoming yours, here's my most recent hotel experience.
Not long ago, U.S. Airways completely shafted my boyfriend's family and I on an international trip and forced us to stay in a hotel for 5 hours between connecting flights with our checked baggage stored for the night, so no clean jammies etc. Thanks to her own customer service and management skills, his mom landed us 2 rooms at a Sheraton 4 Points (instead of the Super 8 they tried to stick us in), free shuttle to and from the airport for the next flight and dinner coupons. The desk attendant at the hotel was amazing with the speed of check ins-- 6 people were given keys and rooms in under 20 minutes, so no more standing in long lines twiddling thumbs-- our rooms were side by side, and he knew off the top of his head 3 places that would take the meal vouchers and handed us menus for the pizza place. By that point I was fed up with pretty much everything and insisted that even though we had 2 double rooms, I had one entirely to myself so that my bad temper wouldn't sour things further with his mother. I fully admit that had one more thing gone wrong I would have given someone the rough edge of my overly sharp tongue, and probably wouldn't have cared who the heck it was until after I was done.
Then I sat down on a queen sized pillow top mattress with a gigantic stack of pillows and high thread count sheets (that were Clean!!!), took my shoes off and suddenly the world didn't seem quite so bad. (It helped that the room was green and beige and wood/earth tones, which I prefer in my own home.) I not only found the TV remote, but there weren't any extra menus or a series of buttons to push to get to the shows, just channel up/down. After ten minutes of unwinding, I decided to have a shower. As I rummaged through the bag I had with me, I noticed something on the floor under the divan-- somebody's beer bottle tops, that I know weren't mine. But, there was a comment card in the room that I decided to fill out in the morning so I could mention that housekeeping had missed something. At that point, I was so tired and stressed that bottle caps seemed like a minor thing after watching our connecting flight take off beside us because U.S. Airways kept us on the tarmac at the jet way instead of opening the gate and letting us the heck off the plane. Enough on that, back to the shower. There were plenty of clean towels that were actually big enough to cover most of me-- very nice because my hair reaches my waist so I usually need two large ones anyway. I got hot water almost immediately (I know the trick about even numbered floors having the booster pumps) and they had a brand of complimentary shampoo etc. that I could use in spite of my skin allergies. One nice long hot shower later, I dried off, cleaned up the bathroom (because yes, I'm paying for service, but I'm not there to make anyone else's life harder than it needs to be) and hit the hay, on that nice warm pillow topped queen sized bed with high thread count sheets.
Our wake up call came at 5 AM as requested, but went to the wrong room, so I ended up heading next door to knock on their door, then packed up and was ready to roll out by 5:15, still groggy, but feeling much better about the world. In the mean time, I did the comment card, mentioning the bottle caps, but raving about the desk attendant and amenities. Twenty five minutes later, my boyfriend's mom was finally almost ready, so my boyfriend and I went downstairs so I could start checking out. The same desk attendant as the night before recognized us, smiled, told me my room number and said that the shuttle was waiting (heater running)-- all we had to do to check out was hand him the room key. I left the comment card with him at the desk, where he had a file specifically for them. Eventually my boyfriend's mom and dad caught up with us and we were off for more fighting with the f^&$%^$ airline with a meal, a couple of hours sleep and hot showers under our belt.
Hopefully all that will give you an idea of what I appreciated and where I had problems with my whole situation, as well as what the competition is offering and doing well. I'd never have the money to stay at a Sheraton (the place in question:
http://www.starwoodhotels.com/fourpoints/property/photos/index.html?propertyID=1989 ), or Hilton, or Marriott myself, so I'm not sure how "nice" it is as compared to, say, the Hilton Times Square or something. I will say, though, that I don't particularly care for blue so the theory that the remodel will help a lot is something I can agree about.
Good luck with figuring things out. I know how scary it is to face job cuts at a time like this.