I watch them from the daylight shadows.
I watch them from my fortification of plastic, wood and marble, tucked away in a corner of a rotunda.
I watch them from the corner of their vision.
I am invisible, even when I am right in front of them.
Especially when I am right in front of them.
I watch them pour poison down their throats with feverish abandon, inhale sticks of cancer and ingest pollutants of all kinds in a desperate attempt to “escape” the pressures of their so-called mundane existence.
But there’s no such thing as a mundane existence, not truly. My reality follows a pattern but the only hint of continuity in that pattern is how unpredictable it is. Each day I wake to a new cycle.
A cycle of sanity and outright madness.
A cycle of eccentricity and competence.
A cycle of joy and pain.
I cope with victories and defeats in the same hour, until the hours run out and I leave my post to return to my refuge, my haven where my family’s warm embrace awaits.
I have witnessed the arrival of new life and seen the end of a long life well-lived and both have left an indelible mark upon my soul.
I am a bellman and while they will never remember me when they leave this Place Between Places, it is my destiny to bear witness to their travels and it is a weight I carry proudly.
Whew, this introspective thing really wipes a guy out! I’m knackered!
Sorry, guys but I’m heading to New York this week so I won’t be posting much but hopefully I’ll return with some bitchn’ stories and pics. As for my lack of material lately… well, I’ve been wrestling with some health issues and life challenges. Did you know there’s actually something called a female orgasm and I’m apparently responsible for initiating it?
Like a guy doesn’t have enough to deal with…
At any rate, I’ll be back with some new 5×5 soon. (I hope!) And if you’re lucky, I’ll have some sweet-but-brief hotel tales and other tales from my far-from-mundane existence.
Until then, see you in the lobby, kids…
UPDATE: Twenty minutes after I hit “Publish” I saw the fattest, blackest thief race through the lobby after stealing a thousand dollars from a hooker. (Never a dull moment is there?)
Exact details are sketchy but from what I’ve been able to gleam, he fled her room, used a staircase to escape that led him to the back of the front office where he almost knocked over a night auditor. From there he raced though the lobby, followed closely by another big (muscular) black dude and a white guy, with the screaming, barely-dressed hooker and one of our security agents bringing up the rear. The hooker was especially entertaining as she wailed, though I certainly felt sympathy for her.
“SOMEBODY STOP HIM, FOR CRISSSAKE! HE’S GOT MY THOUSAND DOLLARS!”
The thief fell into the revolving door, which stalled, but he used his girth to force it open. His pursuers fell into the same predicament but by the time they made their way through, the thief had mowed past a horde of white cheerleaders (only in Niagara Falls on a Sunday) jumped into a waiting car and almost clipped one of our valet drivers.
How’s your Sunday morning been?