Tag Archives: Sundays

What’s The Hook Thinking? (Spoiler Alert: It May Not Be Worth Your Time.)

Well, readers, it’s Sunday afternoon and I’m in the lobby, post-check-out, in Niagara Falls. Again. And just like Billy Murray in Groundhog Day, I can’t escape the feeling I’ve been here before… and that I certainly will be again. This … Continue reading

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Silent Sunday: Chelsea Strikes Again.

Greetings, you two-legged devils. Your furry pal, Chelsea blogging (briefly) while your usual host tries to scrape together a few bucks serving mostly ungrateful travelers. I sure hope he succeeds; dog food ain’t cheap these days. Plus, Momma needs a … Continue reading

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The People In Hook’s Neighborhood: Sunday Edition.

(Yes, I realize it’s Friday. Shut up.) “Why Sunday? What makes that day so special, Hook”, you ask? Well, as I write this, it is my first day back since the Staycation from Hell. “What made it the Staycation from … Continue reading

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The Hook, A Hooker And A Cat Named lucky.

Hypothetical Sunday Morning Situation: Hypothetical Location: The Bell Desk. If only I had this option… KARDASHIAN CLONE:  I need a trolly thingie! For my luggages! HYPOTHETICAL ME:  (HYPO ME for short)  I’m sorry, miss (I really wasn’t) but we don’t … Continue reading

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Niagara Falls Is Far From Boring, Kids.

“I hate it in Niagara Falls! Nothing interesting ever happens here! Why didn’t we go to Disney? This family sucks!” – Eleven-year-old Cindy Johnson, a Kardashian in the making. Niagara Falls is boring, Cindy? Eleven hours of  hospitality “labor”. Over … Continue reading

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I Know You’re Busy Watching Football, But If You Have A Minute…

I’ve seen it all today. Psychotic strippers-turned-escorts. Maniacal rugrats on sugar-fueled rampages across the lobby landscape. The biggest, meanest, bully I’ve ever encountered in seventeen years in the hospitality trenches. A colleague who bent over like a two-dollar hooker for … Continue reading

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Five Minutes of My Life.

Experiment time, kids! Here is a brief snippet of my day, written before the first call of my shift. And nothing more. Shall we begin? So, despite my best efforts to the contrary, Sunday is here. Again. At the moment, … Continue reading

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