Yes, summertime has arrived in Niagara Falls, people.
You know what that means, right?
If you don’t, allow me to illuminate you. For a bellman, summertime is “Go Time”, baby! The pace can be furious – sometimes right after you punch in – and it doesn’t let up until you head home, covered in sweat and wobbly from the knees down. And of course, there’s the mental cost of dealing with the busy season’s crop of travelers. Granted, I have a blog to help me vent but I still have to let loose in the service areas and elevators.
I literally cannot imagine what I’d do without my friends in the blogosphere. You
listen read my bitchfests posts faithfully and allow me to relieve the pressures of the job without having to bother the wife or visit a website whose name ends in “tube”.
You rock, folks.
And that’s why I know you’ll understand when I tell you that the summertime pace means you’ll be seeing a little less of me over the course of the next few months.
Admit it, some of you are cheering right now, aren’t you?
Oh, I’ll be around. I’ll blog whenever time allows and I still have a post or two scheduled. But overall, The Hook will be too busy paying the bills to be online as much as usual.
I know, I know, you’re crushed, but you’ll survive. Like I told the wife on our honeymoon, “It may not be easy, you may not care for it, but we can get through this, trust me.”
See you in the lobby, kids… just not as much.