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from other hotels, hit a rocking dance club like Popcorn’s (a long-gone place in King of Prussia, PA) till 2am, and then venture into the after-hours club down below (The Bebop Café). This was followed by a big Denny’s breakfast at 5am. Crawl into bed and then do it all over again.


The day came when I knew I had to make a choice: Either remain stationary at the bell stand - a great place to be, monetarily (I contend that a good bellman can earn as much in a year as most any sales man- ager), or move over to the front desk, all $7.25 an hour’s worth of it.


I was youthful, impetuous and at times, irresponsible, but I was also pragmatic, knowing that in order to climb the corpo- rate ladder, so I could one day become an esteemed general manager, I had to know how the front desk operated.


Like housekeeping, which is a mandatory- to-know back-of-the-house function, all departmental roads also lead to the front desk, if one wanted to be well rounded as a GM. And wasn’t that the dream? Isn’t it what I had gone to school for?


Bellmen are walking ambassadors, moving meet-and-greeters who generally are con- sidered as being benign to the guest. The front desk agent, then, is a stationary target. Heaven forbid if anything goes wrong with a guest’s stay, it’s usually the clerk wearing the bright red bulls-eye who gets to handle that situation.


I learned a lot about the human condition during my almost two years behind the front desk. I now look at individuals and groups of people with more of a psycho- logical slant, and a sociological one, too.


Checking in guests, I got to meet people from points everywhere; all accents and every type of attitude. I saw the very best in folks. For example, Mr. Dumal, a regular from Germany, thought enough to give me a crystal Orrefors candy bowl as a wed- ding present, which still rests in a China closet at home.


I saw the worst: The guy who loudly and lit- erally threatened my life from over the front desk when I informed him I wasn’t


Mid-Atlantic EVENTS Magazine 77


The First Impression. What’s more important than that?


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