I'm normally having a pretend work row into my phone and carrying a brief case as well as a bag. No-one wants to get involved in that. I'm almost making myself stick out. "Phil told me it was a watertight brief and I'm stood there like a lemon getting questioned by their team looking like a complete 4rse. I don't care if he's busy, put him on the phone!", spinning round looking for lift or something like it's because your mind is elsewhere, then I go and really jab at the lift buttons. "No, I'm back at the hotel now. Waste of time." Jab jab jab sigh. No-one's coming near me, I'm having a bad day. If they did, I'd just go "WHAT!" and then carry on with my call. F them.
I had a booking with an agency in Manchester a couple of years back and they sent me to the wrong hotel. They were literally three minutes walk apart. I had the room number, but the room number it was was on the fourth floor and I'm guessing had been converted into some sort of laundry room or something and so no longer existed. Which was the luckiest piece of luck ever as (a) it made me question whether they had given me the right info and (b) had it existed I would have been knocking on and knowing my luck there would have been someone in there, and I don't know what the hell I'd have done then.
I've had a ton of hotel bookings and never been rumbled, but I must say I've not done one for a while and I wonder if it may be tricky now. The receptionless day apartment sort of thing would seem to be the way forward now.