Here are a few fun facts:
- When I first became a bellman seventeen years ago, NO ONE – and I mean NO ONE – travelled with a laptop or any sort of electronic device.
- Blogs were slowly springing into existence and had yet to set the world on fire.
- People weren’t exactly nicer, but they were certainly less open about their skeletons and general nuttiness.
- In my seventeen years as a bellman I’ve rarely had a day as horrible as I have had today – and my shift is only half over.
- I began working twenty minutes before my shift officially began and the internal
politicsbullshit, travellers’ madness and general insanity overwhelmed me within minutes.
All that having been said, I find myself revisiting a little piece of wisdom from my past that I wish to share with you now, my friends – whether you like it or not.
My grandfather, a Polish immigrant the size of an actual European mountain, once told me, “It doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you take pride in the man you see in the mirror at the end of the day.”
Of course, he also told me whiskey would put hair on my chest, which for some reason I felt was an important feature for a six-year-old to add to his bodily repertoire… so I downed an entire glass in front of a full bar of grandpa’s contemporaries.
I then yakked all over the actual bar.
And a prostitute named Midnight Mary.
(Her real name was Gladys, which explains why she felt compelled to adopt a “stage-name” as it were. No one screams, “Yeah, that feels so good, Gladys! You’re a real sexy bitch!”)
He may not have had the greatest instincts when it came to child-rearing, but my grandfather’s point about work was valid, however. You have to find a special place inside your soul where you’re a champion, a hero, a warrior-born, and you need to visit that place when times get tough, which they tend to do. Now, whenever the weight of my existence as a working-class dog begins to wear me down I do this in my head…
… and then I don’t feel so bad.
Have a joyous and unproductive weekend, my friends, and remember this post when Monday rolls around, okay?
See you in the lobby, kids…