When I stay in a hotel, I expect a bed at the very least
I spend from one-third to one-half of my life in hotels, some of which are disappointing, but my experience in this hotel gave me a whole new perspective on what disappointing looks and feels like. Please understand that the hotel had reasons to keep me happy. I was there to present a two-day program in their meeting and banquet area. My company was renting the meeting room and AV equipment, buying lunches for almost 30 people and offering an open bar to the attendees in the evening as well as generating business for the hotel from a number of people who came to the program from out of the area. 
My flight arrived after 9 p.m. and the hotel did not have a room saved for me, despite having my reservation. Instead of a sleeping room, they gave me a meeting room to sleep in, telling me that I would love it because it was big and had a dining table in it. It did have a dining table large enough to seat six people comfortably. Unfortunately, it didn't even have a real bed. There was a small Murphy bed they had pulled down out of a piece of furniture. I am not tall, by any definition of tall, but the bed was so short that when I lied down on it may feet hung over the lower edge. But it was late and there were no other rooms, plus I was tired, so I unpacked and got ready for bed. 
The room had a "bar" area and I soon realized that the wretched stench in the room was coming from there. Under the bar where I found a large trash can stuffed with recently emptied beer bottles. The previous occupants of this room had partied big time. I called down to the main desk and asked to have the trash removed. When a maid did arrive, she had not been told why she was there and was shocked at the mess. She removed it.
When I decided to go to bed, I discovered that the so-called bed had a sheet on it, but no blanket. I called downstairs again and after a while the same maid showed up at my door with a narrow coverlet--the kind that hotels lay across the bottoms of beds to make the bed look fancy. I tried to cover myself with this, but despite the fact that the bed was narrower than a single bed, the coverlet would not reach from side to side. I called back down and asked for a real blanket. The maid eventually showed up with a very thin comforter. Still no blanket. She could not locate a real blanket. In a hotel!
Because this room was a meeting room, not a bedroom, it had two doors. The gaps between and under these doors were huge, letting in a surprising amount of light from the hallway. I got very very little sleep that night.
If you are unfortunate to have to stay there, I'm fairly certain you will not be shunted into this same room, but the very fact that the hotel would allow this to happen to a guest with commercial value speaks volumes about their basic incompetence. I can assure you they are capable of finding some way to surprise you with a level of inconvenience you have never seen before.