The greeting, boarding process, and time spent at the Met lounge were fine, can't complain really about that. Dinner reservations for 7:30PM Pre-boarding was fine, but SCA seemed to care more about avoiding exerting extra energy, than welcoming anyone on board the train.
What is it about a lot (not all) of Amtrak employees attitudes? Do they automatically suck the life and personality of some the new hires? (SCA had been on 11 years)
Tony, the Lounge Car Attendant for all of six months, was the only employee on board who had yet "gone over to the Dark Side". His prompt, clearly articulated, just-the-right-tempo, P.A. announcement upon leaving Chicago was about the only announcement I have heard the entire trip.
My roomette was a mess. One chair was broken, and would "slide" down towards the bed position, (my duct tape didn't help) The step to the upper berth, well, let's just say it looks like all the troops who stormed the beaches of Normandy on D-Day used this as their stepping off point. To say it was "threadbare" would be a compliment.
Gasket almost completely off one of the end doors on the sleeper. Looks like it has been that way for a while. Lounge had two cracked upper windows at one end. That's not really a complaint, more of an observation.
But ahhh, what could be finer than dinner in the diner, right? Wrong. Damned Cross Country Cafes. I so hate them. They tried to seat me in one of the sideways-facing tables designed by morons, and I politely refused, said I'd be glad to wait for a real four-top. This of course pissed off the LSA/Steward/Head Waiter whatever you call them...
Give him credit thou, he held his contempt for his job, his duties, and his dislike of the public VERY close to his chest. It was not overt, but was obvious.
Arriving now, 12:13pm at Harpers Ferry, about 45 mins late. (or "off schedule" as I used to like to say)
Dinner was uneventuful, which on Amtrak is a bonus. The steak was good, but no steak knives available, ("commissary forgot to load them") Meal companions were pleasant, and enjoyed the convivial atmosphere that dining on a train provides. Had to laff when the 13 year-old sat down, and immediately grabbed the roll off my salad plate, as I had pushed the untouched salad towards the center of the table. His mother stiffled a gasp, and with eye-contact to her only, reassured her I didn't mind at all, and was once a hungry 13 year old.
When the server brought her salad, she promptly placed her roll on my salad plate, and we had a little chuckle. Had the cheesecake for dessert, and left for the lounge car.
Upon returning to my sleeper, my lower berth was made up, and I plugged in my GPS and wireless Mi-Fi for a bit of work before calling it a night.
USA Today was slid under the door nice and early, and I didn't awaken and get showered until about 8:00AM. Breakfast special was the quesadilla eggs, not great, heck, just "OK" at best. Grits had been sitting a while, and the croissant was pretty hard. Nice start to the day.
Hung out in the lounge until about 11:00AM, then asked the diner staff if lunch was going to be an option, since we were about an hour "off schedule" at that point. Mr. Billy-Goat-Gruff intoned that I must not have heard, since EVERYONE else had heard, that they were serving "brunch" today. And that they would be nice and accommodate me, since I was in the sleeper. He reminded me a couple of more times that "we announced that we were serving breakfast and/or lunch since 6:00AM, until 11:00AM. "
And get this, he went thru the same dance with the NEXT eight people who came in. He finally went to the P.A., and made "The diner is closed" announcement. This of course brought another half-dozen people scurrying to the diner, to see if they too could get a bite to eat before arrival.
Boy did I make a "mistake" when I told him that that was the FIRST, and ONLY announcement that I had heard about meal service that morning. Shame on ME! (They could have made an announcement while I was in the shower)
The fact that I didn't "hear" an announcement was enough for his side-kick to inform EVERYONE in earshot that "we need to get this diner cleaned, if it's not clean when we get into DC, they gonna fire me........And if I miss my train in DC, then I gotta have my family borrow a car and drive up from Richmond to get me........And then the next day I go on the extra board, and I could go out again......" Those of us in the diner were just looking at each other, almost laffin' at her display.
Lady, WHO CARES? It'd be one thing if we ASKED you, and you told us in a one-on-one conversation, but totally out of line to BROADCAST this unrequested info to all of the remaining patrons in the diner. (We get it, you want us to LEAVE)
The Angus burger? Don't go there. I'm sure it "could" be good, but mine was dry, bun was falling apart, (gee, what does that tell you?) It looked like it lived under the heat-lamp, just waiting (and waiting, and waiting, and waiting) for me to come an order it.
And this is Amtrak, or at least my recollection of the service and food I have experienced over the last 12 months. Bonus is that this trip put me over the edge for "Select". But instead of feeling good about that, I was kind of feeling, "Why have I worked so hard to earn this, if I just have THIS to look forward to......?"
Now, if I could only transfer my AGR points to Via's Preference, THEN I'd be a happy camper.
I'm done with Amtrak for a while I fear. Just too underwhelming.
What is it about a lot (not all) of Amtrak employees attitudes? Do they automatically suck the life and personality of some the new hires? (SCA had been on 11 years)
Tony, the Lounge Car Attendant for all of six months, was the only employee on board who had yet "gone over to the Dark Side". His prompt, clearly articulated, just-the-right-tempo, P.A. announcement upon leaving Chicago was about the only announcement I have heard the entire trip.
My roomette was a mess. One chair was broken, and would "slide" down towards the bed position, (my duct tape didn't help) The step to the upper berth, well, let's just say it looks like all the troops who stormed the beaches of Normandy on D-Day used this as their stepping off point. To say it was "threadbare" would be a compliment.
Gasket almost completely off one of the end doors on the sleeper. Looks like it has been that way for a while. Lounge had two cracked upper windows at one end. That's not really a complaint, more of an observation.
But ahhh, what could be finer than dinner in the diner, right? Wrong. Damned Cross Country Cafes. I so hate them. They tried to seat me in one of the sideways-facing tables designed by morons, and I politely refused, said I'd be glad to wait for a real four-top. This of course pissed off the LSA/Steward/Head Waiter whatever you call them...
Give him credit thou, he held his contempt for his job, his duties, and his dislike of the public VERY close to his chest. It was not overt, but was obvious.
Arriving now, 12:13pm at Harpers Ferry, about 45 mins late. (or "off schedule" as I used to like to say)
Dinner was uneventuful, which on Amtrak is a bonus. The steak was good, but no steak knives available, ("commissary forgot to load them") Meal companions were pleasant, and enjoyed the convivial atmosphere that dining on a train provides. Had to laff when the 13 year-old sat down, and immediately grabbed the roll off my salad plate, as I had pushed the untouched salad towards the center of the table. His mother stiffled a gasp, and with eye-contact to her only, reassured her I didn't mind at all, and was once a hungry 13 year old.
When the server brought her salad, she promptly placed her roll on my salad plate, and we had a little chuckle. Had the cheesecake for dessert, and left for the lounge car.
Upon returning to my sleeper, my lower berth was made up, and I plugged in my GPS and wireless Mi-Fi for a bit of work before calling it a night.
USA Today was slid under the door nice and early, and I didn't awaken and get showered until about 8:00AM. Breakfast special was the quesadilla eggs, not great, heck, just "OK" at best. Grits had been sitting a while, and the croissant was pretty hard. Nice start to the day.
Hung out in the lounge until about 11:00AM, then asked the diner staff if lunch was going to be an option, since we were about an hour "off schedule" at that point. Mr. Billy-Goat-Gruff intoned that I must not have heard, since EVERYONE else had heard, that they were serving "brunch" today. And that they would be nice and accommodate me, since I was in the sleeper. He reminded me a couple of more times that "we announced that we were serving breakfast and/or lunch since 6:00AM, until 11:00AM. "
And get this, he went thru the same dance with the NEXT eight people who came in. He finally went to the P.A., and made "The diner is closed" announcement. This of course brought another half-dozen people scurrying to the diner, to see if they too could get a bite to eat before arrival.
Boy did I make a "mistake" when I told him that that was the FIRST, and ONLY announcement that I had heard about meal service that morning. Shame on ME! (They could have made an announcement while I was in the shower)
The fact that I didn't "hear" an announcement was enough for his side-kick to inform EVERYONE in earshot that "we need to get this diner cleaned, if it's not clean when we get into DC, they gonna fire me........And if I miss my train in DC, then I gotta have my family borrow a car and drive up from Richmond to get me........And then the next day I go on the extra board, and I could go out again......" Those of us in the diner were just looking at each other, almost laffin' at her display.
Lady, WHO CARES? It'd be one thing if we ASKED you, and you told us in a one-on-one conversation, but totally out of line to BROADCAST this unrequested info to all of the remaining patrons in the diner. (We get it, you want us to LEAVE)
The Angus burger? Don't go there. I'm sure it "could" be good, but mine was dry, bun was falling apart, (gee, what does that tell you?) It looked like it lived under the heat-lamp, just waiting (and waiting, and waiting, and waiting) for me to come an order it.
And this is Amtrak, or at least my recollection of the service and food I have experienced over the last 12 months. Bonus is that this trip put me over the edge for "Select". But instead of feeling good about that, I was kind of feeling, "Why have I worked so hard to earn this, if I just have THIS to look forward to......?"
Now, if I could only transfer my AGR points to Via's Preference, THEN I'd be a happy camper.
I'm done with Amtrak for a while I fear. Just too underwhelming.