Dear Princess Cruises…

Dear Princess Cruises,   PrincessCruiseShip

Please STOP sending me those daily brochures & postcards about your next big cruise discounts, or email requests for me to write a review.

Oh, believe me – I wrote my review already. In fact, it was a bit “angry” in tone, because I was.

Now that it’s been over a year, I am calmer. I decided to write a letter (this one) to your Headquarters, with suggestions about things that need to be improved on.  If no one tells you these things, then you won’t know what’s going on, and that would be bad for business.

Train your booking agents to know the difference between “Ocean View”, “Obstructed View”, and “Partially Obstructed View”. We paid $600 extra to have an Ocean View and our view was more obstructed than a cruise-mates Obstructed View. This did not start our voyage very happily.

Change your embarkation & security procedures. Hire more people, or something. Standing for three hours (on cement) in a port terminal, waiting for thousands of people to be questioned, scanned and x-rayed was ridiculous! Then, we slowly crept, mostly standing, up the 6 huge flights of scaffolding to the embarkation deck. The delay? Another security check at the ramp. In case we became nefarious between the port terminal and the ship. Or connected with an Arms Dealer we knew in town. Lord knows we had the time, but come on!

Don’t put a couple in a family cabin. We had no kids to sleep in the bunk-bed contraptions, and even when closed, they stuck out of the wall, giving us zero room around our bed.  We had to crawl from the foot of the bed to get in. I had more contact with those safety hazards than I did with my hubby. All the “family” cabins must be clumped together because we heard kids day and night. This also did not make us happy.

Please do not get in our faces about purchasing anything.  After finally getting on-board ship, we headed over to the “grill” to get food, and something to drink. Along with everyone else in line who missed lunch.  As soon as we found a place to sit, we were approached by a crew member wanting to sell us the ships “drink discount packages”. We opted not to purchase it. Eleven times, to eleven different crew members.  Extremely tacky, folks.

Coffee and Tea are supposed to be included.  However, in the Coffee Lounge, you have to pay for your coffee.

Offer a good quality WiFi if you’re going to have any.  $.79 per minute is way over priced for a crappy connection. You should think about providing access at no charge for your guests – like nice hotels do.

Upgrade your speaker system. The Captain gave a ‘good morning’ speech that told about the port city and the day’s weather every morning, so we were told.  The hallway and cabin speakers garbled sound so badly that he could have been telling us to abandon ship or something serious. It wasn’t until the end of our cruise that I learned he spoke English.

Do something about all the charges!  Make the cruise tickets more expensive and don’t “nickel and dime” us every time we turn around. Our final ‘charges’ were nearly $1,000, and we did not drink a bunch of expensive wine or cocktails. Somehow we accrued $150 of ‘charges’ per day.

I did not feel like a princess, nor was I treated like one.

I hope my review opens your eyes, for the sake of future passengers. However, I will not be one of them.

Sincerely,
Jodi Lea

Last Cabin Waaay at End
We Had the Last Cabin – Waaay at The End

 

A Wake-Up Call

AngelStatue  No more calls from J. C. since the one last Friday. Anonymous commented on that –
“It’s all over Facebook. Tons of people are getting this call!”

Oh, Really?

I use Facebook to keep up with friends and family and I have yet to see any mention of phone calls from heaven. Maybe Jesus is only calling those people who need to shape up. This would explain why my friends and family are not getting the heavenly wake-up call.  It would also explain why I did.

Out of the 7 deadly sins, at least 3 of them have hung around lately.  They are my favorites, and I tend to allow them to visit when I’m feeling sorry for myself, in pain, or weak in spirit.  Welcome to my summer…

Gluttony came over first and allowed me to eat whatever the hell I wanted to, when I wanted to. Stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning watching movies that hubby rather not. There are a ton of those kind of movies.  It’s amazing how quickly a person can gain 20-pounds.

Pride naturally came over to torture me about not fitting into my clothes anymore, rag on me to start grooming myself again (I have been lax about washing face 2x a day, caring what I looked like and didn’t want to leave the house – i.e. get dressed). Sometimes she (vanity) goads me into action, sometimes she makes me depressed. I flipped back and forth all summer long depending on how much pain I was in.

Last, but never least, Sloth shows up. To encourage what my therapist would call, “The Fuck-Its”.  Meaning, you don’t give a hoot about anything anymore, you don’t want to deal with even the smallest things, and just leave me the Hell alone. I don’t want to quilt, or (gasp!) write.

Unchecked, Sloth lures Wrath into the mix.  Luckily, the call from Jesus Christ last week stopped the vicious cycle. The thought of having to answer to the Lord freaked me out. I knew I was not taking good care of myself (physically and spiritually), and he would be displeased.  He did not even have to say anything over the phone line – I got the message.

Did you get a wake-up call?

 

 

 

A Canadian Drive By

Day 7 : Victoria
(sort of…)

Same View, Different Port
Same View, Different Port

The Golden Princess began having engine trouble after leaving Ketchikan, and the Captain had to slow our speed way down. We docked in Canada to do required International paperwork, then we sailed out of port within the hour. We needed to reach Seattle in time for passengers to catch their flights home.  Once again, passengers were not allowed off the ship.  All shore excursions were canceled and refunded, along with an extra $25 credit on our final bill. A nice gesture by the Captain, but it hardly made a dent in the scheme of things! Hubby and his bro went ‘exploring’ (a.k.a. to get ice-cream) while I propped my feet up and wrote, tried to beat Level 40 in Candy Crush, and knitted a row or two on my latest project. Yawn.

The Disembarkation process was excellent. They had it down to an organized science. Probably because they were sick of us by now, or we were in the 3rd grouping to leave. Either reason worked for us, just that it was. Organized I mean.

Seattle From Airport Bus
Seattle From Airport Bus

My poor feet began to swell up any time they were not propped up. It hurt to walk or move around. Because of The Rule of Gates, it was Hell at the airport.  For those who are not familiar with the rule, it  simply states that – “The gate farthest away is the gate you must go to.”  The amendment to this rule is: “When your departing gate changes, it will be to the farthest one from the original.”

I suspect you already knew that rule, didn’t you?

The bus from the pier to airport was a 45-minute ride. In a near-vegetative state, dozing with my eyes open, then jerked awake by sharp corners or squealing brakes, I looked forward to getting home and getting some rest. Like I was looking forward to a vacation.

Something is very wrong about that.

Note: We arrived home safe AND uneventfully.  🙂