SNARL!!!! GROWL!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

I called today to make my pantheacon hotel reservations. Everything went fine until...
Hotel Bunny: The deadline for that block of rooms was the 21st. You'll have to pay regular rates.
Me: What are the regular rates?
Hotel Bunny: $89 a night gor Friday and Saturday, and $159 a night for Sunday and Monday
Me: WHAT??? $160 a night for sunday and monday on a holiday weekend? That's insane!
Hotel Bunny: Sorry, I don't set the rates.
Me: {growled} Screw that. Have a nice day. <click>

This is absolute, pure, unadulterated bullshit!!!

1) There was no "deadline" mentioned anywhere in the Pantheacon literature. I fucking looked.
2) On that weekend, the con is damn near the *only* business the hotel gets. Those $160 a night rooms will be empty. It's a holiday weekend in a business area, not a damned resort.
3) I know damned well that reservation clerks can tweak the rates, especially for a convention attendee on what would be otherwise a dead, money sink weekend. She must've though I was stupid enough to pay it, the bimbo.

Now I have to get a hold of someone who can straighten this crap out for me. That will mean having to deal with con people under my real name, which I loathe doing for privacy reasons.

I am mad enough to chew nails and spit tacks. The doubletree reservation desk bimbo's idea of service sucks boulders through cockrail straws.