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A Winter’s Tale From The Bellman Chronicles.

As I’ve often said before, there is a ridiculous amount of downtime when you’re a bellman; guests arrive in waves rather than ripples so I find myself seeking out deep, meaningful conversations with my fellow hospitality wage slaves. I rarely … Continue reading

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A Day In The Life. (Or At Least A Piece Of One.)

On a typically atypical Wednesday morning I made my way to the hotel’s mid-tower and knocked on one of the press-board doors that separate the inmates from those of us that try to run this particular asylum, not having any … Continue reading

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100 Reasons To Not Kill Yourself #49.

We’re going to begin today with a proverb that’s been tweaked over the course of centuries but still rings true, perhaps more than ever in a day and age where living for today is all that matters to most of … Continue reading

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The Bellman Chronicles Revisited.

I haven’t written much about my life in the hospitality trenches lately so here’s a brief look into my world. As a bellman I have one goal to achieve while I’m on a call (in lay terms that refers to … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning Shenanigans And Sobering Realities.

So the usual wave of Sunday morning chaos has washed over the hotel like a garbage-filled tide on a Los Angeles beach once more. (Yes, I paint with words, what do you do to pollute the world?) Here are just … Continue reading

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What Happens Next?

I’m back, bitches! Now what? To be entirely honest, I’m not all that comfortable with the term “bitches”, but it’s amusing, so it made the final edit. Or at least it would have if I had an editing process in … Continue reading

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The Hook’s Top One Hundred: Part One.

So the other day I was escorting a yuppie (sorry, but they weren’t all exterminated in the Nineties, kids) corporate drone into the hotel and as I wheeled his packed-to-capacity-and-beyond cart of foam blocks, printers, posters and easels through the … Continue reading

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