Our nation’s capital is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Washington D.C. is visited by millions from all over the globe. They visit the famous memorials, the gorgeous parks, they go on tours, they attend sports events, visit on business, and visit the world-renowned Smithsonian museums. Washington D.C. is home to it all. To make any trip to the Washington D.C. the utmost pleasurable, there are plenty of hotels to accommodate visitors’ traveling needs. To make the selection process easier, I researched the hotels in the area. These hotels are the utmost convenient and closest to the action.
There are hundreds of hotels in the Washington D.C. area. There are too many to choose from. They feature an assortment of amenities including spas, buffet breakfasts, conference rooms, comfortable lobbies, and internet access. Many visitors like to book certain hotels in Washington D.C. that are in close proximity to transportation and tourist attractions. The less walking to do, the better. You or I cannot argue with that. I’ve been traveling to Washington D.C. since I was five years old. Dozens of hotels have been built over the years for the exact reasons. If you have visited the various hotel web sites, the hotel listings are never-ending. Where do you stay? Which hotels are best? There are two-star, four-star, and top of the line five-star rated hotels. I found ten of the best hotels in the Washington D.C. area for your enjoyment. Whichever ones you feel that fit your traveling needs, the choice is yours.
There is no better area to begin than in downtown Washington D.C. Marriott has plenty of hotels in Washington D.C., including its subsidiaries. To start off, the Washington Marriott is among the downtown favorites. It is located six blocks away from Dupont Circle, the Dupont Circle Metro station, and Georgetown. The hotel is located eight blocks away from the John F. Kennedy Center for The Performing Arts.
Located a short distance from the National Mall is the well-renowned Mandarin Oriental. The hotel is located three blocks south of the National Mall, the Smithsonian museums, the Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, and most convenient of all, the Smithsonian Metro station. The hotel features a wide array of recreational activities including Segway rentals, swimming pool, motor boating, golf, a running track, and bicycle rentals.
The Grand Hyatt and the Marriott at Metro Center are minutes apart from each other. They offer conference rooms, spacious rooms, an array of dining options, and are both walking distance from the Metro Center station. The Grand Hyatt features a twelve-story atrium and a seven thousand square foot blue lagoon with a two-story waterfall. The hotel is located three blocks away from the Verizon Center, home of the Capitals, Wizards, and Mystics. The White House, Smithsonian museums, and monuments are all a five-block walking distance from the Grand Hyatt.
The Marriott at Metro Center features a handful of convenient must-haves. Like many major hotels, the hotel rooms are equipped with wireless internet access. The hotel features a business center and a fitness facility. The National Museum of Women In The Arts, the Warner Theater, the Washington D.C. Madame Tussaud’s Museum, and the famous Ford’s Theater are located within a quarter of a mile distance.
One of the more convenient hotels in downtown Washington D.C. is the L’Enfant Plaza Hotel. The L’Enfant Plaza Hotel is conveniently located two blocks from the National Mall and Smithsonian museums. The two closest are the National Air & Space Museum and National Museum of The American Indian. The hotel features a restaurant called the American Grill, well known for serving steak and seafood. Also featured is the Foggy Bottom Pub which offers an assortment of microbrews and pub-style favorites. Wireless internet access is available, plus a fitness center with a free-weight room. To top it off, the L’Enfant Plaza Hotel has a rooftop outdoor pool. The L’Enfant Plaza Metro station is located outside the hotel’s driveway. L’Enfant Plaza station is served by the green and yellow lines. The yellow line serves Ronald Reagan National Airport, just four miles away. Connections with the red and green lines are located at Gallery Place-Chinatown, two stops away.
Staying in downtown Washington D.C. is surely convenient. However, some of the hotels in the downtown area can be pricy time to time. Use your discretion while booking. The area which I highly recommend is Crystal City. Crystal City is a district located across the Potomac River in Arlington, VA. There are five hotels in the Crystal City area which are in close proximity to the Metro subway and Ronald Reagan National Airport. The Sheraton-Crystal City is located across the street from the Crystal City Metro station. It is also in close proximity to the Fashion Center at Pentagon City.
The Hilton-Crystal City features a few visitors’ favorites of its own. The hotel is located one mile from Ronald Reagan National Airport. If you are an avid jogger, the George Washington Memorial Parkway winds its way around the airport. If you enjoy golfing, the Hains Point golf course is located on the Potomac River, just three miles away. Complimentary transportation is provided to the Crystal City Metro station and Ronald Reagan National Airport.
Located on the Jefferson Davis Highway, adjacent to Ronald Reagan National Airport, is the Hyatt Regency-Crystal City. The Hyatt Regency-Crystal City features a twenty-four hour business center, nineteen meeting rooms, and a seventeen thousand square foot exhibition hall. A three-story glass atrium rises above the lobby. The hotel includes a fitness center, a seasonal outdoor pool, and a jet spa surrounded by a sunning deck. Fine dining is available at the Chesapeake Grill on the eighteenth floor. The restaurant features sweeping views of the Potomac River, the Capitol, the Washington Monument, and the National Cathedral. Complimentary airport shuttle service is available during scheduled times.
There are two Marriott hotels in Crystal City which I have stayed at often. The rooms are fantastic, the buffet breakfasts are fabulous, and the transportation is over-the-top efficient. The Crystal City Marriott and the Marriott Crystal Gateway are the two best hotels in the Arlington area. The rooms in both hotels both have hair dryers. The Crystal City Marriott and the Marriott Crystal Gateway both feature business centers with wireless internet access. They also have meeting rooms for small groups.
The Crystal City Marriott and the Marriott Crystal Gateway share one great advantage in common. They are both connected by an underground walking corridor, leading to the Crystal City Metro station. The two hotels sit directly above the Metro Station. Ronald Reagan National Airport is one stop away in the southbound direction, while the Pentagon is just two stations north. Arlington Cemetery, the Smithsonian museums, the National Mall, Lincoln Memorial, and Washington Monument are just less than fifteen minutes away via the blue line. The National Archives and connections at Gallery Place-Chinatown are just ten minutes away via the yellow line. Having mass transit available at your doorstep is the greatest advantage any hotel guest could have. It definitely makes life a whole lot easier.
Visiting Washington D.C. is always an exciting experience. No matter what the occasion, our nation’s capital provides a wide array of hotel accommodations. Whether you like being close to the famous tourist attractions, having large or small business functions, or just being in close proximity to transportation, Washington D.C.’s hotels have it all. The ten hotels shared with you are among the best. Not only are they the best, they are by far the most convenient. You may not be the President, but it sure pays to live like and be treated like one.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
The Smithsonian Institution: Exhibiting Progress And Diversity As One
Washington DC is my favorite U.S. city. It is the nerve center of our political world and home to my favorite railroad terminal. Aside from monuments and iconic government buildings, our nation’s capital is home to another notable tourist destination. The Smithsonian Institution is the world’s oldest museum organization. It is made up of eighteen museums, including the National Zoo. With the most user-friendly subway system in the country, getting around this massive complex is a piece of cake. Having been a visitor since I was five years old, allow me to show you some of the Smithsonian’s highlights. If you’re a history fan, or even a avid traveler, you’ll be able to explore Washington DC with more than just ease. You’ll be exploring Washington DC with confidence.
When visiting the Smithsonian Institution, it’s always best to visit some of the museums you haven’t visited before. They’re the ones with the exhibitions which will leave you thinking, “Gee, I didn’t know that!” and “I definitely want to come here again!”. The one museum which has gained my interest is the National Postal Museum. The National Postal Museum is located right next door to Washington DC’s Union Station. If traveling to Washington DC by train, exit the terminal to your right. The museum is inside the old US Post Office, directly across the street. Once inside, you’ll take an escalator down into the museum. The National Postal Museum features plenty of displays and exhibitions. One of the newest demonstrations is a sit-down theater viewing of how our US Mail system functions on a daily basis. You’ll be amazed by the complex sorting process involved in delivering the billions of pieces of mail you send and receive each day. It’s a presentation you’d ought to see. Another display in the museum shows the anthrax scare back in 2001. The letters, once laced with the lethal poison, are on display along with the environmental suits used during the investigation. It’s among the remnants of our country’s great history, events which changed our lives forever.
Once your visit to the National Postal Museum is complete, it’s time to ride the Metro subway to the heart of the Smithsonian Institution. The Metro subway is made up of five colored lines; red, orange, blue, yellow, and green. The sixth line, silver, is currently under construction. Once complete, it will connect downtown Washington DC to Dulles International Airport. Union Station and the National Postal Museum are located on the red line. Metro features a wide assortment of fare card options at wmata.com. You can place up to forty-five dollars on a fare card. If you’re visiting Washington DC for the day, a one-day pass will cost you just fourteen dollars. It is active until 3AM on weekends and until midnight on week nights. Metro accepts cash and all major credit cards.
Once aboard the Metro subway, take the red line to Metro Center. There, switch to the orange or blue line. The blue and orange lines run parallel through downtown Washington. Take either line to the Smithsonian station. The Smithsonian station is located very near the Washington Monument, right across the way from The Castle, the Smithsonian Institution’s original building. No visit to the Smithsonian Institution is complete without a visit to The Castle. Some of the best exhibitions are held at The Castle. It is not to be missed.
Across the National Mall is one of my longtime favorites, the National Museum of American History. The National Museum of American History is home to one of the most famous artifacts, the American flag flown over Fort McHenry. It is the flag flown during the very battle when “The Star Spangled Banner” was written. The museum features a smorgasbord of interactive displays and exhibits for visitors to discover. You might want to put aside a good few hours of your day to visit the National Museum of American History. It’s a museum which you could get lost in. I don’t mean “lost” in terms of navigation and getting separated from your family. I am referring to the enormity of the place, and the never-ending hallways and exhibition halls. They are jam-packed with artifacts for many to appreciate. To satisfy a hunger of “historic” proportions, the museum features two cafeterias for your enjoyment. When done enjoying your meal, feel free to head back upstairs to visit remaining exhibits before calling it a day.
Very near the National Museum of American History is the future sight of the Smithsonian’s nineteenth museum. In 2012, President Barack Obama helped break ground on the National Museum of African American History & Culture. It is the only national museum specially indebted to the documentation of African American life, history, art, and culture. The new museum is expected to open to the public in 2015.
In Washington DC, it is good to wear a comfortable pair of sneakers. There’s tons of walking to do when visiting the Smithsonian Institution. On the eastern end of the National Mall are two other favorite museums, the National Air & Space Museum and the National Museum of The American Indian. Next door to the Hirshhorn Museum, the National Air & Space Museum is a must-see. On a yearly basis, new exhibits are always on display. Every visit to the National Air & Space Museum is different. The National Museum of The American Indian is adjacent to the National Air & Space Museum. It takes guests on a story-like journey back in time to the roots of our Native American ancestors. It is not just a story involving history, but a story of survival. The National Museum of the American Indian and the National Air & Space Museum can be accessed by the Metro’s yellow and green lines. The L’Enfant Plaza station is located one block south of the National Air & Space Museum. No matter where you are in downtown Washington DC, the Metro is always well within your reach.
If zoos are among your favorite places to visit, the National Zoo should be on your must-see list. Like the National Postal Museum, the National Zoo is located on the Metro’s red line. If riding the orange and blue lines, connections are available at Metro Center. If riding the green and yellow lines, Gallery Place-Chinatown is your transfer point. The National Zoo is located in Woodley Park, three stops from Metro Center. Gallery Place-Chinatown is one stop west of Metro Center. Here’s some simple advice. Just flip a coin! That’s all there is to it. The National Zoo is home to a brand new exhibit, the Speedwell Conservation Carousel. It features fifty-eight different species, including those currently endangered and threatened by extinction. It may be a carousel, but it carries out a message to visitors about the ongoing challenges of conserving endangered species.
Unlike all world renowned destinations, the museums of the Smithsonian Institution are the world’s most intriguing places to visit. They welcome history buffs, the adventurous, and the just plain curious. If you wish to visit these incredible museums in the near future, don’t hesitate to use the Metro subway system. Whether you’re visiting for the day or staying in the area for a few nights, the Smithsonian Institution has plenty to see and experience. It’s a community of museums which inspires millions to learn something new every day. Whichever of the Smithsonian Institution’s famous museums you plan to visit, remember three things. You’re not just discovering history. You are forever part of it, actively experiencing it, and courageously writing it.
When visiting the Smithsonian Institution, it’s always best to visit some of the museums you haven’t visited before. They’re the ones with the exhibitions which will leave you thinking, “Gee, I didn’t know that!” and “I definitely want to come here again!”. The one museum which has gained my interest is the National Postal Museum. The National Postal Museum is located right next door to Washington DC’s Union Station. If traveling to Washington DC by train, exit the terminal to your right. The museum is inside the old US Post Office, directly across the street. Once inside, you’ll take an escalator down into the museum. The National Postal Museum features plenty of displays and exhibitions. One of the newest demonstrations is a sit-down theater viewing of how our US Mail system functions on a daily basis. You’ll be amazed by the complex sorting process involved in delivering the billions of pieces of mail you send and receive each day. It’s a presentation you’d ought to see. Another display in the museum shows the anthrax scare back in 2001. The letters, once laced with the lethal poison, are on display along with the environmental suits used during the investigation. It’s among the remnants of our country’s great history, events which changed our lives forever.
Once your visit to the National Postal Museum is complete, it’s time to ride the Metro subway to the heart of the Smithsonian Institution. The Metro subway is made up of five colored lines; red, orange, blue, yellow, and green. The sixth line, silver, is currently under construction. Once complete, it will connect downtown Washington DC to Dulles International Airport. Union Station and the National Postal Museum are located on the red line. Metro features a wide assortment of fare card options at wmata.com. You can place up to forty-five dollars on a fare card. If you’re visiting Washington DC for the day, a one-day pass will cost you just fourteen dollars. It is active until 3AM on weekends and until midnight on week nights. Metro accepts cash and all major credit cards.
Once aboard the Metro subway, take the red line to Metro Center. There, switch to the orange or blue line. The blue and orange lines run parallel through downtown Washington. Take either line to the Smithsonian station. The Smithsonian station is located very near the Washington Monument, right across the way from The Castle, the Smithsonian Institution’s original building. No visit to the Smithsonian Institution is complete without a visit to The Castle. Some of the best exhibitions are held at The Castle. It is not to be missed.
Across the National Mall is one of my longtime favorites, the National Museum of American History. The National Museum of American History is home to one of the most famous artifacts, the American flag flown over Fort McHenry. It is the flag flown during the very battle when “The Star Spangled Banner” was written. The museum features a smorgasbord of interactive displays and exhibits for visitors to discover. You might want to put aside a good few hours of your day to visit the National Museum of American History. It’s a museum which you could get lost in. I don’t mean “lost” in terms of navigation and getting separated from your family. I am referring to the enormity of the place, and the never-ending hallways and exhibition halls. They are jam-packed with artifacts for many to appreciate. To satisfy a hunger of “historic” proportions, the museum features two cafeterias for your enjoyment. When done enjoying your meal, feel free to head back upstairs to visit remaining exhibits before calling it a day.
Very near the National Museum of American History is the future sight of the Smithsonian’s nineteenth museum. In 2012, President Barack Obama helped break ground on the National Museum of African American History & Culture. It is the only national museum specially indebted to the documentation of African American life, history, art, and culture. The new museum is expected to open to the public in 2015.
In Washington DC, it is good to wear a comfortable pair of sneakers. There’s tons of walking to do when visiting the Smithsonian Institution. On the eastern end of the National Mall are two other favorite museums, the National Air & Space Museum and the National Museum of The American Indian. Next door to the Hirshhorn Museum, the National Air & Space Museum is a must-see. On a yearly basis, new exhibits are always on display. Every visit to the National Air & Space Museum is different. The National Museum of The American Indian is adjacent to the National Air & Space Museum. It takes guests on a story-like journey back in time to the roots of our Native American ancestors. It is not just a story involving history, but a story of survival. The National Museum of the American Indian and the National Air & Space Museum can be accessed by the Metro’s yellow and green lines. The L’Enfant Plaza station is located one block south of the National Air & Space Museum. No matter where you are in downtown Washington DC, the Metro is always well within your reach.
If zoos are among your favorite places to visit, the National Zoo should be on your must-see list. Like the National Postal Museum, the National Zoo is located on the Metro’s red line. If riding the orange and blue lines, connections are available at Metro Center. If riding the green and yellow lines, Gallery Place-Chinatown is your transfer point. The National Zoo is located in Woodley Park, three stops from Metro Center. Gallery Place-Chinatown is one stop west of Metro Center. Here’s some simple advice. Just flip a coin! That’s all there is to it. The National Zoo is home to a brand new exhibit, the Speedwell Conservation Carousel. It features fifty-eight different species, including those currently endangered and threatened by extinction. It may be a carousel, but it carries out a message to visitors about the ongoing challenges of conserving endangered species.
Unlike all world renowned destinations, the museums of the Smithsonian Institution are the world’s most intriguing places to visit. They welcome history buffs, the adventurous, and the just plain curious. If you wish to visit these incredible museums in the near future, don’t hesitate to use the Metro subway system. Whether you’re visiting for the day or staying in the area for a few nights, the Smithsonian Institution has plenty to see and experience. It’s a community of museums which inspires millions to learn something new every day. Whichever of the Smithsonian Institution’s famous museums you plan to visit, remember three things. You’re not just discovering history. You are forever part of it, actively experiencing it, and courageously writing it.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
The World's Greatest Part-Time Job
Everyone remembers a job they once enjoyed. We all have had jobs which have led us to what we love doing now. I’ve gone from being a Walt Disney World cast member in Florida to being a judge’s assistant. From there, I became a teacher. In the midst of all of that, I became an avid cruiser. From that experience, I became a cruise line agent in the New York area. Having been a cruise traveler since I was sixteen, let me share with you what an honor it is having this part-time job. I may have been a substitute teacher for a while, but having the opportunity of playing a role in many families’ cruise vacations is where fun is truly defined.
I started working with the cruise lines in February 2009. I remember the very day I started. I remember signing in, meeting my supervisors, and reporting to my morning post. More than anything, I remember welcoming the guests as they boarded the ship throughout the afternoon. The memories are so vivid. They play back time and again. Having been a Walt Disney World cast member in 1999-2000, I am no stranger in playing that intricate role in a family’s vacation. The Cape Liberty cruise terminal in Bayonne, NJ is my home port. I have the most wonderful colleagues, including the best supervisors. I can never imagine ever topping that. Every work day begins with waking up at 5am, washing up, and putting on my uniform. Putting on the infamous Royal Caribbean name pin adds so much more to me as a person. I become a person who represents a cruise line well known for so much. Or, do I become a person who represents so much of himself?
Commuting to Bayonne in the morning is the drive I truly enjoy. In contrast to driving to the school where I substitute teach, it is a commute I look forward to all the time. Driving on the New Jersey Turnpike, watching the sun come up over New York City, and practicing my jokes is all part of the fun. Crossing the I-78 bridge, I witness the most awe-inspiring sight of all. Watching my ship, Explorer of The Seas, sailing in through the Verrazano Narrows can’t be a beautiful sight. It is also a reminder, that the work day has begun. More than that, it’s time to make another 3,600 guests happy. Walking into the main check-in area, I meet with my supervisors. They are the utmost pleasant people I enjoy working with. Whether it’s a friendly hello, or asking how my drive to work was, it’s a great start to the day. Immediately, it’s time for the morning briefing. The cob webs come out. Then, it’s off to disembarkation time. It is time to send the guests home.
Around 8AM, the show begins. It’s time for the express walk-off guests to come off. The general disembarkation follows immediately afterward. I cannot believe how heavily people pack. I joke with the guests time to time. Every now and then, I would ask a guest, “Did you steal the anchor?”. My most favorite line is, “Once clearing through customs, go back around and do it again.” Oh, do the guests get a kick out of that one! I love getting them going with that line. One morning, an elderly couple was arguing over their luggage before getting off the shuttle bus. As the husband stepped off, he said “Son, don’t get married!”. I replied, “I’ll do my best.” Before long, disembarkation is over. It’s time for the embarkation process to commence. I quickly eat my lunch, share my laughs with my colleagues, and it’s back into the ring. I log into my computer station in the check-in area, and I start raising my station number paddle. Every party I check in, I always ask how they’re doing and whether they had a pleasant trip to the terminal that day. I ask them for their filled out health forms, their cruise ticket, their passports, and the credit card they have printed on their ticket. Having been working in Bayonne for five years, I have the system down pat. A few changes may have been made over the past year or so, but the job is fun as always. There’s never a shortage of excitement in Bayonne.
This past summer, I was blessed with the work opportunity of a lifetime. I was on the Disney Magic staff in New York City. Unlike all the other ships I’ve worked, the Disney Magic was an experience like no other. Having been a Disney cast member in Florida, I am no stranger to making guests happy. For the record, I have never been on any of Disney’s ships. I did sail on the Starship Atlantic, or “The Big Red Boat”. Already familiar with Disney’s terminology and their guest service standards, it was very easy assuming the role.
Checking in Disney cruise guests was a ton of fun. I met guests who sailed on the “Big Red Boat”. Every family I checked in was the utmost pleasant. In Disney World, I was a custodial cast member. Yes, I swept the streets and cleaned restrooms at Disney’s Hollywood Studios (f.k.a. Disney-MGM Studios). When working the Disney Magic, I felt as if I was promoted up a notch. Wearing the Disney Cruise Line costume was truly an honor. When I finished my last day with the Magic, I didn’t want it to end. I cried on my train ride home. I’ve never felt that way at the end of a season. After twelve long years, I couldn’t have felt more blessed to work with Disney again. I seriously cannot wait for the Magic to return.
I have had plenty of great work days working with the cruise lines. That’s an understatement. There have been some hard days too. On a cold January day in 2010, the Explorer of The Seas was returned to Bayonne from a ten-day period in dry dock. It was a whopping twenty-two degrees out. The guests started showing up around 10:30 AM. It seemed as if they all got the memo. The embarkation area was jam-packed with guests. There was a mixture of guests who were angry and guests who didn’t have a single care in the world. Which guests I did I enjoy helping that day? That’s a no-brainer!
Every sailing day, it’s always important to expect the unexpected. During that frigid day, I was kindly asked by one of my supervisors to assist some of the elderly guests to the restroom via wheelchair. I had never seen such a crowd in a long time. The rest rooms had long lines. It looked like Disney World on New Year’s Eve. I assumed that all of the Fast Passes were distributed. Once I was done assisting the guests, I returned the wheelchair to the guest drop-off area outside. There were two long lines outside, each at least more than one hundred feet long. Guests were getting restless, yelling . . . shouting . . . and screaming at the port security guards. They were yelling and screaming at my colleagues, too. There was this elderly woman who got in my face and said “I have never been so degraded in my entire life.” Less than an hour later, guess who checked in at my computer station. You guessed it! She came right to my station and said, “It’s me again!”. I said, “I’m going to get you taken care of and on your way in no time, Mam.”. She said, “You’d better, young man. This is an absolute disgrace!”. At lightning speed, I checked her. I presented her stateroom card, and she was gone. Phew! As comedian George Carlin once said, “Some don’t have much to bring out in the first place.”.
I have worked many jobs in the past. At age fifteen, I delivered newspapers in my hometown. In college, I was a weight room attendant and a comedian. After graduating, I moved on to Disney World. After working in Florida, I moved on to the Bergen County Superior Court. In 2003, I landed my very first teaching job. However, there’s one job I enjoy which I cannot compare with past jobs. Being a cruise line agent in Bayonne and New York City has been a true blessing. For three straight Fall seasons, I had the opportunity to travel with my colleagues to Boston. There, we worked with Royal Caribbean’s Jewel of The Seas. At all three ports combined, I have never enjoyed such a great work experience. I have worked with the onboard staff of Royal Caribbean, Celebrity, Norwegian, Carnival, and Disney. Week-in and week-out, my incredible colleagues make it a work experience to treasure. Whether in rain, snowstorms, or threatened by hurricanes, we work together like a family. Now, that’s a job well worth hanging on to.
I started working with the cruise lines in February 2009. I remember the very day I started. I remember signing in, meeting my supervisors, and reporting to my morning post. More than anything, I remember welcoming the guests as they boarded the ship throughout the afternoon. The memories are so vivid. They play back time and again. Having been a Walt Disney World cast member in 1999-2000, I am no stranger in playing that intricate role in a family’s vacation. The Cape Liberty cruise terminal in Bayonne, NJ is my home port. I have the most wonderful colleagues, including the best supervisors. I can never imagine ever topping that. Every work day begins with waking up at 5am, washing up, and putting on my uniform. Putting on the infamous Royal Caribbean name pin adds so much more to me as a person. I become a person who represents a cruise line well known for so much. Or, do I become a person who represents so much of himself?
Commuting to Bayonne in the morning is the drive I truly enjoy. In contrast to driving to the school where I substitute teach, it is a commute I look forward to all the time. Driving on the New Jersey Turnpike, watching the sun come up over New York City, and practicing my jokes is all part of the fun. Crossing the I-78 bridge, I witness the most awe-inspiring sight of all. Watching my ship, Explorer of The Seas, sailing in through the Verrazano Narrows can’t be a beautiful sight. It is also a reminder, that the work day has begun. More than that, it’s time to make another 3,600 guests happy. Walking into the main check-in area, I meet with my supervisors. They are the utmost pleasant people I enjoy working with. Whether it’s a friendly hello, or asking how my drive to work was, it’s a great start to the day. Immediately, it’s time for the morning briefing. The cob webs come out. Then, it’s off to disembarkation time. It is time to send the guests home.
Around 8AM, the show begins. It’s time for the express walk-off guests to come off. The general disembarkation follows immediately afterward. I cannot believe how heavily people pack. I joke with the guests time to time. Every now and then, I would ask a guest, “Did you steal the anchor?”. My most favorite line is, “Once clearing through customs, go back around and do it again.” Oh, do the guests get a kick out of that one! I love getting them going with that line. One morning, an elderly couple was arguing over their luggage before getting off the shuttle bus. As the husband stepped off, he said “Son, don’t get married!”. I replied, “I’ll do my best.” Before long, disembarkation is over. It’s time for the embarkation process to commence. I quickly eat my lunch, share my laughs with my colleagues, and it’s back into the ring. I log into my computer station in the check-in area, and I start raising my station number paddle. Every party I check in, I always ask how they’re doing and whether they had a pleasant trip to the terminal that day. I ask them for their filled out health forms, their cruise ticket, their passports, and the credit card they have printed on their ticket. Having been working in Bayonne for five years, I have the system down pat. A few changes may have been made over the past year or so, but the job is fun as always. There’s never a shortage of excitement in Bayonne.
This past summer, I was blessed with the work opportunity of a lifetime. I was on the Disney Magic staff in New York City. Unlike all the other ships I’ve worked, the Disney Magic was an experience like no other. Having been a Disney cast member in Florida, I am no stranger to making guests happy. For the record, I have never been on any of Disney’s ships. I did sail on the Starship Atlantic, or “The Big Red Boat”. Already familiar with Disney’s terminology and their guest service standards, it was very easy assuming the role.
Checking in Disney cruise guests was a ton of fun. I met guests who sailed on the “Big Red Boat”. Every family I checked in was the utmost pleasant. In Disney World, I was a custodial cast member. Yes, I swept the streets and cleaned restrooms at Disney’s Hollywood Studios (f.k.a. Disney-MGM Studios). When working the Disney Magic, I felt as if I was promoted up a notch. Wearing the Disney Cruise Line costume was truly an honor. When I finished my last day with the Magic, I didn’t want it to end. I cried on my train ride home. I’ve never felt that way at the end of a season. After twelve long years, I couldn’t have felt more blessed to work with Disney again. I seriously cannot wait for the Magic to return.
I have had plenty of great work days working with the cruise lines. That’s an understatement. There have been some hard days too. On a cold January day in 2010, the Explorer of The Seas was returned to Bayonne from a ten-day period in dry dock. It was a whopping twenty-two degrees out. The guests started showing up around 10:30 AM. It seemed as if they all got the memo. The embarkation area was jam-packed with guests. There was a mixture of guests who were angry and guests who didn’t have a single care in the world. Which guests I did I enjoy helping that day? That’s a no-brainer!
Every sailing day, it’s always important to expect the unexpected. During that frigid day, I was kindly asked by one of my supervisors to assist some of the elderly guests to the restroom via wheelchair. I had never seen such a crowd in a long time. The rest rooms had long lines. It looked like Disney World on New Year’s Eve. I assumed that all of the Fast Passes were distributed. Once I was done assisting the guests, I returned the wheelchair to the guest drop-off area outside. There were two long lines outside, each at least more than one hundred feet long. Guests were getting restless, yelling . . . shouting . . . and screaming at the port security guards. They were yelling and screaming at my colleagues, too. There was this elderly woman who got in my face and said “I have never been so degraded in my entire life.” Less than an hour later, guess who checked in at my computer station. You guessed it! She came right to my station and said, “It’s me again!”. I said, “I’m going to get you taken care of and on your way in no time, Mam.”. She said, “You’d better, young man. This is an absolute disgrace!”. At lightning speed, I checked her. I presented her stateroom card, and she was gone. Phew! As comedian George Carlin once said, “Some don’t have much to bring out in the first place.”.
I have worked many jobs in the past. At age fifteen, I delivered newspapers in my hometown. In college, I was a weight room attendant and a comedian. After graduating, I moved on to Disney World. After working in Florida, I moved on to the Bergen County Superior Court. In 2003, I landed my very first teaching job. However, there’s one job I enjoy which I cannot compare with past jobs. Being a cruise line agent in Bayonne and New York City has been a true blessing. For three straight Fall seasons, I had the opportunity to travel with my colleagues to Boston. There, we worked with Royal Caribbean’s Jewel of The Seas. At all three ports combined, I have never enjoyed such a great work experience. I have worked with the onboard staff of Royal Caribbean, Celebrity, Norwegian, Carnival, and Disney. Week-in and week-out, my incredible colleagues make it a work experience to treasure. Whether in rain, snowstorms, or threatened by hurricanes, we work together like a family. Now, that’s a job well worth hanging on to.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Christmas Aboard The Queen Mary 2: A Western Caribbean Cruise To Remember
The 2006 holiday season was a highly emotional one. Thanksgiving Day, my mom was given a clean bill of health after a short battle with breast cancer. A few weeks later came the Christmas vacation we all desperately needed. We sailed on a seven-day cruise onboard the beautiful Queen Mary 2 to the Western Caribbean. The ports-of-call were Montego Bay, Grand Cayman, Costa Maya, and Cozumel. I couldn’t wait. We had to fly to Ft. Lauderdale, FL for the cruise. We were loaded down with luggage like you wouldn’t believe. We even had to pack formal wear in our bags. We left Newark, NJ a good hour late due to poor weather. We finally landed around 1pm. When we landed in Ft. Lauderdale, we got hit with more rain. What a way to start a vacation! Getting on board the ship went faster than getting to the terminal. We were sure happy for that. At that moment, it was time to relax and be ready to have a good time.
Just as we entered the ship’s main promenade, Santa was sitting in his chair. It was the sight we were all looking forward to. We paused with pictures with Santa, and we headed to our cabins. We were on deck six, just two decks up from where we boarded. At our cabins, we met our cabin attendant, Larry. He was the nicest gentleman you could meet. He showed us our life jackets, our evacuation route, our muster station, and our dining assignment. Afterward, we went upstairs to the King’s Court buffet on deck seven. The buffet on the Queen Mary 2 is absolutely incredible. There isn’t one item you ask for that they don’t have on the buffet. The buffet was that inviting! After a late lunch, it was time to sit back and wash it all down with a few drinks. Onboard the Queen Mary 2, I drank a B-52 for the very first time. A B-52 is Kahlua, Bailey’s, and Grand Marnier mixed straight up or on the rocks. It’s goooooood!! See my earlier story about cruise drinks entitled “Cruise Drinks: Straight Up And Straight Down”. The cruise was officially off to a great start.
Day two was a sea day. We were en route to our first port-of-call, Montego Bay, Jamaica. Breakfast onboard the Queen Mary 2 was awesome. That morning was kind of unusual. I was at the King’s Court breakfast buffet and I came across a rather strange situation. I was at the bacon tray. There were fifteen strips of bacon stuck together. What was I going to do, pull them all apart at the buffet and hold up the line? No! I did what every man should do. I took the whole chunk of bacon as it was. I scarfed down fifteen strips of bacon with my breakfast along with my fresh fruit and my toasted bagel. How’s that for being brave? I skipped lunch because I was so full. What a day it was! The second night of the cruise was a formal night. My dad, my brother, and I wore our tuxedos. We had three formal nights during that week. You’ll be so proud of me. Of all three formal nights, I never complained once about being dressed to the nines that often. I’m usually not a big fan of weddings and anything that involves a tuxedo. That cruise was a true breakthrough for me. I finally was a good sport after all.
Celebrating Christmas Eve onboard the Queen Mary 2 was an experience like no other. It was truly something special. Immediately following dinner time, it was time to attend Christmas Eve mass in the Royal Court Theatre, the ship’s main theater. My brother and I volunteered to give out Holy Communion to the crew and staff in the upper tier. After mass, we all assembled in the ship’s main grandeur for a Christmas carol sing-along. Members of the crew and staff also were present. The cruise director led the singing. We must have sung ten different songs including a few favorites. After the sing-along, my family and I went back to our cabins. We changed out of our formal wear and we went downstairs to the Golden Lion lounge for drinks. Yes, I had another B-52. Oh, do they taste great! It was the perfect ending to a perfect day at sea.
Christmas Day, we pulled into Montego Bay. The ship launched its own tenders to take us to and from shore. It was a gorgeous morning. There were two other cruise ships docked at Montego Bay; Star Princess and the Costa Magica. My brother and I went on the Dunn’s River Falls and Dolphin Cove tour. It was a rather long bus ride to Ocho Rios, where they’re located. The ride was just under two hours. Our tour guide was very friendly. She pointed out many key locations along the way; Montego Bay’s airport, and yes, many of the all-inclusive resorts located along Jamaica’s north shore, including Hedonism. Our tour guide was so funny when she said, “There are no kids allowed, but you can make them there!”. Oh my Lord, was everyone in the bus laughing their butts off. It was a fun drive not to forget.
Shortly later, we arrived at Dunn’s River Falls. The tour guide gave us a few safety instructions. One of the most important was stay together and not venture off without telling anyone. Secondly, we were told not to buy anything from the street vendors. Some of them are not to be trusted for many reasons. We all had to wear aqua shoes so not to slip on the rocks. Climbing up Dunn’s River Falls was not hard at all. As long as you climb up the ledges that are sound, you’re good. Dunn’s River Falls was the location used for the 1989 Tom Cruise/Elizabeth Shue movie “Cocktail”. Remember the romantic love making scene there in that film? I do! Great movie! While my brother and I were climbing the falls, we came across the utmost grotesque scene ever. I thought Tom Cruise and Elizabeth Shue had it going good at the falls. We saw this fat lady in a bikini climbing the falls. I am not sure if she was from our ship. She was probably from one of the other two ships. She was so chunky, and so heavy-set, that she needed two men to hoist her up the falls. Oh my Lord, was it out of place. I could barely look. It looked like Jaba The Hut on a forklift. We got to the top of the falls without vomiting. After watching a fat lady in a bikini with two athletically toned guys hoisting her up with their hands in her crotch, yeah, that made me want to keep my breakfast down. I was happy I was able to keep all fifteen strips of bacon, my toasted bagel, and fruit down. Phew! It was a tiring climb, but a whole lot of fun. They even took pictures of us climbing the falls. I never bought a copy. I kept away from those vendors as we were told. Without a doubt, it was truly a fun day I’d tell everyone about it, like now!
The last part of our tour was Dolphin Cove. There we got to swim with the dolphins in a closed in lagoon. There we also had lunch. The lunch special, barbequed jerk chicken. Oh, was it awesome. No one does jerk chicken better than the Jamaicans. While we were walking around through the forest, there was a guy challenging people to have a snake sit on their head. Oh, God, he put this green tree snake on my head. I froze up like an Eskimo. I like watching snakes on TV, but not wearing them. It was quite the experience!! We then headed back to the tour bus, to take us back to the ship. It was a long hour and forty-five minute ride back to the ship. I wanted to stop in and stay hello to the people at Hedonism, but I picked up a brochure at the cruise terminal. That is definitely a must-do on my list. Back onboard the Queen Mary 2, we got suited up in our tuxedos once again. It was dinner time, and time for the Christmas Gala Buffet. After dinner, we all went to the Royal Court Theater for the Christmas celebration show. It was an amazing show, featuring many more Christmas carols performed by the guest performers and the Cunard singers and dancers. It was an incredible program, well put together. Another great day onboard had come to a close.
The following morning, we arrived in Grand Cayman. It was not a pleasant morning at all. When I woke up, the swells outside in the harbor were fierce. Many of the ships that had arrived that morning were struggling to get their tenders into position. Many of them scratched Grand Cayman and left. The Queen Mary 2 and a few other ships stayed to tough it out. Tender service was limited due to the horrific sea conditions. When we finally boarded a tender, we were being tossed around like dolls. It took a good hour or so to reach shore with the rough waves. When we finally arrived on shore, we visited the Jimmy Buffett Margaritaville restaurant. We visited the gift shop. My brother stocked up on every single album he didn’t have. When we were finished there, we took a taxi cab ride to the town of Hell. Yes, I said “Hell”. Why is it called Hell? Just behind the post office, there is this shallow body of water. There were these jagged rock formations jutting out of it. The gentleman who first settled the town and saw these formations commented wondering, “Where am I, Hell?” I even bought a t-shirt that said “I’d Rather Go To Hell Than To School!”. The taxi driver took us back downtown so we can board our tender to the ship. By the time we re-boarded the ship, the Queen Mary 2 and Star Princess were the only two ships remaining in the harbor. The sea conditions were indeed that bad. At six o’clock, we were underway again. Next stop, Costa Maya, Mexico!
Our next two days were in Mexico. After Grand Cayman, we docked in Costa Maya. We went on a shore excursion to the Mayan ruins of Chachchoben. Wow, what a well preserved Mayan village! We took tons of pictures left and right. There was so much to see there. Chachchoben, in the Mayan language, means “City of Corn”, because it was the crop which made the village flourish at the time. There was so much to talk about back aboard the ship later on that night. Later on around midnight, there was a pirates party on the stern deck. It was a lot of fun. From the stern, I could see all of the ships following us to Cozumel. It was sure quite the sight. After the party, it was time to split the sheets. Another great day of cruising was over.
The second to last day of the cruise, we docked in Cozumel. I looked out the window, and I could not believe how many cruise ships were docked there with us. I counted eighteen in all. Royal Caribbean and Carnival made up a vast majority of the count. That morning, my brother and I went on the Atlantis submarine excursion. Now, that was awesome! The ocean there dips as deep as four thousand feet. The many species of fish and undersea life was unbelievable. It was incredible and plainly breathtaking. Don’t think that the submarine excursion was the only thing we did in Cozumel. We also browsed around the duty-free shops near the cruise ship pier. We didn’t buy a single thing, but it was fun to just walk around. Afterward, we headed back onboard the ship. Our time kicking around in Cozumel was done.
Remember what I said that the submarine and duty-free shopping weren’t the only things we did in Cozumel? Royal Caribbean’s Grandeur of The Seas docked right next to us. It was also docked next to us in Costa Maya. Early in the morning, I got to watch this young and good looking lady wearing nothing but her bathroom towel, combing her hair over the edge of her balcony. Girls doing that hair bob thing is so mesmerizing. The really funny part was that my brother and I were able to keep up with the schedule with everyone onboard the Grandeur. There was this one cute girl in her twenties, in a red bikini who had to be caught up with her color on the sun deck . She was in the same chair the day before, so we knew when she’ll be there the following day. To all you guys out there, girl watching on a cruise, or on another ship is an amazing experience. It’s something you don’t want to miss out on. Aside from girl watching, we even watched the belly flop competition on the Grandeur. The Queen Mary 2's top deck is a good fifty feet higher than the Grandeur’s. It was a type of day that I hope to experience again very soon. Fingers crossed!
At six o’clock at night, we cast off from Cozumel. We were on our way back to Ft. Lauderdale. We had our third and final formal night of the cruise. The food on the menu that night was fabulous. I don’t know how I managed not to get cocktail sauce from getting on my cummerbund, but I didn’t. That’s why I cannot stand tuxedos on any occasion. The following morning, we were speeding along at sea. Late that morning, I read in the cruise program that they were doing sign ups for the passengers’ talent show. When I showed up at the Chart Room to sign up, the cruise staffer recognized me right off the bat. She said, “You look familiar!”. I told her that I had performed in the show back in July, doing my comedy bashing on wedding traditions. Five o’clock came along. It was show time once again in the Queens Room. There were a lot of other fascinating performances. One young lady did a belly dancing routine. Another family did a group performance of the song “High Hopes”. Well, I did my comedy performance doing a bashing on birthday traditions. It went alright, but not my best. I got a good applause, but it wasn’t my strongest. That cruise was a bit different than the July cruise. There were many people from other countries onboard. To this day I ask myself, “When on earth am I going to learn to play the guitar?”. The farewell show later that night was of the variety type. The stand up comedian, Jeff Wayne, did a short performance. The acrobatic duo, The Moosen Men, did a short routine of their own. The two female guest entertainers, Suzanne Godfrey and Jeri Sager, did their final routines on stage. The grand finale was performed by the Cunard singers and dancers. One of the best cruises I’ve ever been on had come to an end. Unfortunately, it ended too soon.
The next morning, we arrived in Ft. Lauderdale. We went to breakfast upstairs and then we finished packing our carry-on bags. While waiting for our luggage number to be called, we watched the longshoremen load the endless pallets of food provisions for the upcoming trip. What stuff they need to keep twenty-eight hundred people well-fed! Finally, our color and number was called. We went downstairs to the main deck. We shook hands with many of the staff as we left the vessel. Leaving any ship during disembarkation is an empty feeling. We went through customs, got our luggage together, and headed for our airport bus. I don’t remember much from the rest of that day, but I do remember asking my dad one big question. While we were leaving Newark Airport’s long-term parking lot, I asked my dad “Can we do that again?”.
Just as we entered the ship’s main promenade, Santa was sitting in his chair. It was the sight we were all looking forward to. We paused with pictures with Santa, and we headed to our cabins. We were on deck six, just two decks up from where we boarded. At our cabins, we met our cabin attendant, Larry. He was the nicest gentleman you could meet. He showed us our life jackets, our evacuation route, our muster station, and our dining assignment. Afterward, we went upstairs to the King’s Court buffet on deck seven. The buffet on the Queen Mary 2 is absolutely incredible. There isn’t one item you ask for that they don’t have on the buffet. The buffet was that inviting! After a late lunch, it was time to sit back and wash it all down with a few drinks. Onboard the Queen Mary 2, I drank a B-52 for the very first time. A B-52 is Kahlua, Bailey’s, and Grand Marnier mixed straight up or on the rocks. It’s goooooood!! See my earlier story about cruise drinks entitled “Cruise Drinks: Straight Up And Straight Down”. The cruise was officially off to a great start.
Day two was a sea day. We were en route to our first port-of-call, Montego Bay, Jamaica. Breakfast onboard the Queen Mary 2 was awesome. That morning was kind of unusual. I was at the King’s Court breakfast buffet and I came across a rather strange situation. I was at the bacon tray. There were fifteen strips of bacon stuck together. What was I going to do, pull them all apart at the buffet and hold up the line? No! I did what every man should do. I took the whole chunk of bacon as it was. I scarfed down fifteen strips of bacon with my breakfast along with my fresh fruit and my toasted bagel. How’s that for being brave? I skipped lunch because I was so full. What a day it was! The second night of the cruise was a formal night. My dad, my brother, and I wore our tuxedos. We had three formal nights during that week. You’ll be so proud of me. Of all three formal nights, I never complained once about being dressed to the nines that often. I’m usually not a big fan of weddings and anything that involves a tuxedo. That cruise was a true breakthrough for me. I finally was a good sport after all.
Celebrating Christmas Eve onboard the Queen Mary 2 was an experience like no other. It was truly something special. Immediately following dinner time, it was time to attend Christmas Eve mass in the Royal Court Theatre, the ship’s main theater. My brother and I volunteered to give out Holy Communion to the crew and staff in the upper tier. After mass, we all assembled in the ship’s main grandeur for a Christmas carol sing-along. Members of the crew and staff also were present. The cruise director led the singing. We must have sung ten different songs including a few favorites. After the sing-along, my family and I went back to our cabins. We changed out of our formal wear and we went downstairs to the Golden Lion lounge for drinks. Yes, I had another B-52. Oh, do they taste great! It was the perfect ending to a perfect day at sea.
Christmas Day, we pulled into Montego Bay. The ship launched its own tenders to take us to and from shore. It was a gorgeous morning. There were two other cruise ships docked at Montego Bay; Star Princess and the Costa Magica. My brother and I went on the Dunn’s River Falls and Dolphin Cove tour. It was a rather long bus ride to Ocho Rios, where they’re located. The ride was just under two hours. Our tour guide was very friendly. She pointed out many key locations along the way; Montego Bay’s airport, and yes, many of the all-inclusive resorts located along Jamaica’s north shore, including Hedonism. Our tour guide was so funny when she said, “There are no kids allowed, but you can make them there!”. Oh my Lord, was everyone in the bus laughing their butts off. It was a fun drive not to forget.
Shortly later, we arrived at Dunn’s River Falls. The tour guide gave us a few safety instructions. One of the most important was stay together and not venture off without telling anyone. Secondly, we were told not to buy anything from the street vendors. Some of them are not to be trusted for many reasons. We all had to wear aqua shoes so not to slip on the rocks. Climbing up Dunn’s River Falls was not hard at all. As long as you climb up the ledges that are sound, you’re good. Dunn’s River Falls was the location used for the 1989 Tom Cruise/Elizabeth Shue movie “Cocktail”. Remember the romantic love making scene there in that film? I do! Great movie! While my brother and I were climbing the falls, we came across the utmost grotesque scene ever. I thought Tom Cruise and Elizabeth Shue had it going good at the falls. We saw this fat lady in a bikini climbing the falls. I am not sure if she was from our ship. She was probably from one of the other two ships. She was so chunky, and so heavy-set, that she needed two men to hoist her up the falls. Oh my Lord, was it out of place. I could barely look. It looked like Jaba The Hut on a forklift. We got to the top of the falls without vomiting. After watching a fat lady in a bikini with two athletically toned guys hoisting her up with their hands in her crotch, yeah, that made me want to keep my breakfast down. I was happy I was able to keep all fifteen strips of bacon, my toasted bagel, and fruit down. Phew! It was a tiring climb, but a whole lot of fun. They even took pictures of us climbing the falls. I never bought a copy. I kept away from those vendors as we were told. Without a doubt, it was truly a fun day I’d tell everyone about it, like now!
The last part of our tour was Dolphin Cove. There we got to swim with the dolphins in a closed in lagoon. There we also had lunch. The lunch special, barbequed jerk chicken. Oh, was it awesome. No one does jerk chicken better than the Jamaicans. While we were walking around through the forest, there was a guy challenging people to have a snake sit on their head. Oh, God, he put this green tree snake on my head. I froze up like an Eskimo. I like watching snakes on TV, but not wearing them. It was quite the experience!! We then headed back to the tour bus, to take us back to the ship. It was a long hour and forty-five minute ride back to the ship. I wanted to stop in and stay hello to the people at Hedonism, but I picked up a brochure at the cruise terminal. That is definitely a must-do on my list. Back onboard the Queen Mary 2, we got suited up in our tuxedos once again. It was dinner time, and time for the Christmas Gala Buffet. After dinner, we all went to the Royal Court Theater for the Christmas celebration show. It was an amazing show, featuring many more Christmas carols performed by the guest performers and the Cunard singers and dancers. It was an incredible program, well put together. Another great day onboard had come to a close.
The following morning, we arrived in Grand Cayman. It was not a pleasant morning at all. When I woke up, the swells outside in the harbor were fierce. Many of the ships that had arrived that morning were struggling to get their tenders into position. Many of them scratched Grand Cayman and left. The Queen Mary 2 and a few other ships stayed to tough it out. Tender service was limited due to the horrific sea conditions. When we finally boarded a tender, we were being tossed around like dolls. It took a good hour or so to reach shore with the rough waves. When we finally arrived on shore, we visited the Jimmy Buffett Margaritaville restaurant. We visited the gift shop. My brother stocked up on every single album he didn’t have. When we were finished there, we took a taxi cab ride to the town of Hell. Yes, I said “Hell”. Why is it called Hell? Just behind the post office, there is this shallow body of water. There were these jagged rock formations jutting out of it. The gentleman who first settled the town and saw these formations commented wondering, “Where am I, Hell?” I even bought a t-shirt that said “I’d Rather Go To Hell Than To School!”. The taxi driver took us back downtown so we can board our tender to the ship. By the time we re-boarded the ship, the Queen Mary 2 and Star Princess were the only two ships remaining in the harbor. The sea conditions were indeed that bad. At six o’clock, we were underway again. Next stop, Costa Maya, Mexico!
Our next two days were in Mexico. After Grand Cayman, we docked in Costa Maya. We went on a shore excursion to the Mayan ruins of Chachchoben. Wow, what a well preserved Mayan village! We took tons of pictures left and right. There was so much to see there. Chachchoben, in the Mayan language, means “City of Corn”, because it was the crop which made the village flourish at the time. There was so much to talk about back aboard the ship later on that night. Later on around midnight, there was a pirates party on the stern deck. It was a lot of fun. From the stern, I could see all of the ships following us to Cozumel. It was sure quite the sight. After the party, it was time to split the sheets. Another great day of cruising was over.
The second to last day of the cruise, we docked in Cozumel. I looked out the window, and I could not believe how many cruise ships were docked there with us. I counted eighteen in all. Royal Caribbean and Carnival made up a vast majority of the count. That morning, my brother and I went on the Atlantis submarine excursion. Now, that was awesome! The ocean there dips as deep as four thousand feet. The many species of fish and undersea life was unbelievable. It was incredible and plainly breathtaking. Don’t think that the submarine excursion was the only thing we did in Cozumel. We also browsed around the duty-free shops near the cruise ship pier. We didn’t buy a single thing, but it was fun to just walk around. Afterward, we headed back onboard the ship. Our time kicking around in Cozumel was done.
Remember what I said that the submarine and duty-free shopping weren’t the only things we did in Cozumel? Royal Caribbean’s Grandeur of The Seas docked right next to us. It was also docked next to us in Costa Maya. Early in the morning, I got to watch this young and good looking lady wearing nothing but her bathroom towel, combing her hair over the edge of her balcony. Girls doing that hair bob thing is so mesmerizing. The really funny part was that my brother and I were able to keep up with the schedule with everyone onboard the Grandeur. There was this one cute girl in her twenties, in a red bikini who had to be caught up with her color on the sun deck . She was in the same chair the day before, so we knew when she’ll be there the following day. To all you guys out there, girl watching on a cruise, or on another ship is an amazing experience. It’s something you don’t want to miss out on. Aside from girl watching, we even watched the belly flop competition on the Grandeur. The Queen Mary 2's top deck is a good fifty feet higher than the Grandeur’s. It was a type of day that I hope to experience again very soon. Fingers crossed!
At six o’clock at night, we cast off from Cozumel. We were on our way back to Ft. Lauderdale. We had our third and final formal night of the cruise. The food on the menu that night was fabulous. I don’t know how I managed not to get cocktail sauce from getting on my cummerbund, but I didn’t. That’s why I cannot stand tuxedos on any occasion. The following morning, we were speeding along at sea. Late that morning, I read in the cruise program that they were doing sign ups for the passengers’ talent show. When I showed up at the Chart Room to sign up, the cruise staffer recognized me right off the bat. She said, “You look familiar!”. I told her that I had performed in the show back in July, doing my comedy bashing on wedding traditions. Five o’clock came along. It was show time once again in the Queens Room. There were a lot of other fascinating performances. One young lady did a belly dancing routine. Another family did a group performance of the song “High Hopes”. Well, I did my comedy performance doing a bashing on birthday traditions. It went alright, but not my best. I got a good applause, but it wasn’t my strongest. That cruise was a bit different than the July cruise. There were many people from other countries onboard. To this day I ask myself, “When on earth am I going to learn to play the guitar?”. The farewell show later that night was of the variety type. The stand up comedian, Jeff Wayne, did a short performance. The acrobatic duo, The Moosen Men, did a short routine of their own. The two female guest entertainers, Suzanne Godfrey and Jeri Sager, did their final routines on stage. The grand finale was performed by the Cunard singers and dancers. One of the best cruises I’ve ever been on had come to an end. Unfortunately, it ended too soon.
The next morning, we arrived in Ft. Lauderdale. We went to breakfast upstairs and then we finished packing our carry-on bags. While waiting for our luggage number to be called, we watched the longshoremen load the endless pallets of food provisions for the upcoming trip. What stuff they need to keep twenty-eight hundred people well-fed! Finally, our color and number was called. We went downstairs to the main deck. We shook hands with many of the staff as we left the vessel. Leaving any ship during disembarkation is an empty feeling. We went through customs, got our luggage together, and headed for our airport bus. I don’t remember much from the rest of that day, but I do remember asking my dad one big question. While we were leaving Newark Airport’s long-term parking lot, I asked my dad “Can we do that again?”.
Friday, September 21, 2012
God Save The Queen!
The one ship I had wanted the chance to work with was the Queen Mary 2. Monday night, November 16th, 2009, I got that chance. My staff administrator called to tell me that someone called in sick for the Queen Mary 2. It was an opportunity to work with one of the most beautiful ships in the world. Did I take the job? Oh, did I! I was requested to be at the Brooklyn Red Hook Terminal by 7:30 A.M. My dad and I woke up at 5 A.M. the next morning. We quickly ate, had our coffee, and we hit the highway. It took about forty minutes to get there. The Brooklyn terminal is a really nice looking cruise terminal. Unfortunately, it isn’t the easiest to get to. We arrived at the terminal with plenty of time to spare. My dad told me, “Moose, be sure to let us know how you’re doing, ok?”. I wished my dad a good day at work, and he drove off. My day with the Queen Mary 2 started. I walked in, went through security, met up with the pier coordinators, and signed in. I was assigned to do wheelchairs during disembarkation and boarding. I could not argue with that. Many of my colleagues in Bayonne who’ve worked the Queen Mary 2 before told me about the enormous tips they’ve gone home with. Ok, let’s not get carried away. The Queen Mary 2 is one of my favorite ships aside from the Explorer of The Seas. It was time to get my “ship face” on!
The Queen Mary 2 started its disembarkation right on time. One of the supervisors quickly briefed me on which gangway to use when entering the ship, which gangway to exit through, and the proper route to take during boarding. It was very straight forward. First, the ship’s security staff had to take my ID photo. The ship’s security officers took my photo, and it was off to the races. All of the disembarking guests requiring wheelchair assistance were gathering in the Golden Lion, one of the lounges on the main deck. One of my colleagues from Bayonne was dispatching the wheelchairs on board. Once I arrived at the Golden Lion, I was introduced to my first guest, Mary. Talking about a “small world after all”, this guest and her husband were avid railroad travelers. As I was wheeling her off the ship and through customs, I asked her what transportation she had leaving the terminal. She said, “We’re taking the train from New York Penn Station to Kissimmee, Florida. We have a time share down in the area”. I responded, “You’re taking the Silver Star! Oh, that’s a really nice ride. I’ve been wanting to go to Disney World by train for a long time. You sure picked a beautiful day for riding the rails.” “We sure did!”, the husband replied. After I helped the wife out of the wheelchair and into the taxi cab, the husband tipped me. I said, “Thank you very much, and enjoy Florida”. The taxi pulled away and they were off. Back to the races!
A few minutes later, I headed back to the ship to tend to the next guest. This guest was just as pleasant as the first. Her name was Edith. I introduced myself, and asked how her trip was. She told me that she had the sways after their five-day crossing from England. She answered, “It was awful! We had twenty-five foot swells coming over from Southampton. The captain said that it was the roughest weather ever encountered in the ship’s history.” I plainly said, “She’s built to handle waves like that. Hey, you’re in New York now, and you made it safely, which matters.” I then said, “My family and I had rough weather all throughout our Christmas cruise on the Norwegian Gem last year. It wasn’t fun, but we enjoyed ourselves as much as we could. Sometimes, you have to make the best of the worst of situations.” Edith responded, “You know David, you’re very right about that. You must have a masters degree.” I started laughing when I answered, “I have a masters in education from Saint Peter’s College in Jersey City”. When we found her limousine, she gave me a healthy tip. Once the door was closed, the driver stepped on it. Off she went! I love New York taxi and limousine drivers. “Floor it!” has got to be their motto. I quickly headed back to the ship. I tended to another guest, and did the same thing. His name was George. I wheeled him through the gangway, helped him find his luggage, pushed him through customs, and brought him outside to his transportation. While I was doing so, I ran into a familiar face. As I was approaching the gangway, I met up with the cruise director, Ray Rouse. He was the cruise director on both of my cruises on the Queen Mary 2, just three years before. He was talking to the security staff. I snuck up on him and said, “Good morning, Ray!”. He turned around and he recognized my face right off the bat. He said, “Hey, how’s it going man!” How’s your family doing?”. I said, “We’re all hanging in there.” He said, “Give your parents my kind regards!”. I replied, “I sure will.”. Before I knew it, disembarkation was over. The Queen Mary 2 stood ready to receive her new guests. Lunch time!
At lunch time, I went outside to the hot dog cart and bought myself an Italian sausage sandwich. That kept me alive and kicking for the whole day. Hey, when you’re Italian, some form of meat is always on the menu. Lunch time was a good hour long, which wasn’t too shabby. While we were eating in our own little corner of the embarkation lounge, we were all talking about the Baltimore trip. That trip was the topic of discussion all day long. Who wants to forget Baltimore? That was a work day like no other, a bonding experience I should say.
At noontime exactly, embarkation began. I quickly reported to the terminal entrance where all of the guests in need of wheelchairs were waiting. The first guest I assisted, was rather pleasant. His name was Eugene, which is my middle name. They have sailed on the Queen Mary 2 once before. They told me that they were very much familiar with the ship. I made sure they had all of their belongings, and I took the husband through security. First I went through, and then security patted him down. Once the rest of his family walked through the metal detector, I took them to the check-in counter. Even though I didn’t know all of the New York check-in staff, they sure knew that they were doing. It’s my job in Bayonne too, so I’m in the same “boat” as them. After this family was done checking in, they followed me and the husband onboard. As we entered the ship, I asked the family, “I’m sure you are familiar with the lounges and clubs on board. Are you?”. They said, “Oh yes, David. This ship is absolutely wonderful.” I took the husband in the elevator up to their deck, while they followed along in another. Finally, we reached their cabin. They gave me a very healthy tip. I’m not going to say how much. Doing the job properly, and keeping the guests happy is what matters.
The next guest I assisted was very friendly. He had a wonderful family, too. His name was Henry. They were absolutely wonderful. I remember it well. This family was sailing on the Queen Mary 2 for the very first time. I took them through security, and then to the check-in area. While they were filling out their health forms, I asked them about how they heard about the Queen Mary 2. They said, “We heard that this ship has quite an on board atmosphere.”. I said to them, “That it is. It’s an incredible ship. There are plenty of things to do and plenty of places to hang out. Once we’re on board, I’ll point out some of the popular places.” The wife said, “That’s so kind of you.”. Once they were checked in, they followed me and Henry through the hallway. They didn’t want their embarkation portraits taken. They said, “They’ll be taking pictures all throughout the trip!”. I retorted, “They sure know how to sneak up on you and pop the flash. I love the Titanic grand staircase backdrop they set up on formal nights.”. I then added, “The photography staff on board does an incredible job. There’s never a time when they take a horrible shot of you.”. Just as we entered the ship, I showed them the duty free shops, the Golden Lion, and the casino. I then said, “On the deck down below, there’s another place called the Chart Room, where the champagne is always flowing. Also, do check out the Queen’s Room and the G-32 Lounge right next door.”. Henry said, “You sure know this ship, David!”. I answered, “Every cruise is like practice.” We took the elevator up to their cabin. They too gave me a healthy tip. As I left their cabin, I said, “Enjoy your cruise, and have a great time.”. “We sure will, David. Thank you so much for your help.”. It was back to the gangway and to the terminal once again. The day was going awesome. Well, so I thought!
It was a gorgeous afternoon. I had already assisted two guests onto the ship. Embarkation was going great. I had assisted two guests who were absolutely pleasant. Just as I returned to the wheelchair waiting area, that’s when I met “the fat guy”. This guest and his family flew in from Poland. If I can recall, Jon was his name. This guy was one heavy dude. He had this pot belly you would not believe. He looked like he weighed three hundred and fifty pounds, maybe more. He got up using is cane, and sat down in the wheelchair. When he sat down, I could have sworn I heard the chair’s axle bend. I started thinking to myself, “How in God’s name did the plane get off the ground?”. They spoke broken English, very little I should say. I took him through security, and the family followed behind us. Pushing this guy was a challenge. I was then wondering why they didn’t check him in at the curb. Once they were all checked in, I pushed this guy toward the boarding area. This guy was H-E-A-V-Y. I thought I was pushing a pallet load of food provisions. Yikes! We entered the boarding area, and we passed the photography staff. I was glad they didn’t take this family’s photograph. Who would want to take a picture of this guy? This guy had me on the verge of a hernia. When we entered the elevator, this guy’s body mass took up half the space. I was sure hoping the elevator would make it to the gangway level. It did. Phew! The first leg of the trip was over.
Getting Jon on board the ship was one challenging situation. The easy part was over, well, sort of. Immediately afterward, I began trying to get the wheelchair over the metal bulkhead and into the gangway. He was so heavy, he was sliding forward, and almost slid out of the chair. The gangway then pitched downward, and then it would turn sharply to the right, then upward, and then onto the ship. I didn’t want this guy to slide out of the chair and get hurt, so I had to do things the hard way. I turned him around and I dragged him through the gangway backwards. This guy, Jon, was heavier then Jaba The Hut. As I was dragging him through the descending portion of the gangway, I felt my chair pushing against me. The last thing I wanted was for this guy to run me over. I then started thinking to myself, “If this guy runs my butt over with this wheelchair, what a way to go out!”. I couldn’t imagine my tombstone saying, “R.I.P. Do Not Despair. Pancaked By A Fat Guy In A Wheelchair”. Pulling this guest through the gangway was like a sequel to The Little Engine That Could, or should I say.......ah, forget it. Finally we reached the end of the gangway. I was fearing that the ship was going to list. He nearly ran me over as I carefully rolled him down the bridge plate into the ship. He made it!
Finally, the real easy part was coming up. I was wrong! The ship had these metal bulkheads which I too had to navigate over. When I hit one of them, he nearly slid out of the chair. I had to turn him around again and drag the chair backwards. The elevator door opened, and I took him into one elevator. The rest of his family followed in another. I was so glad they did that. I was afraid the elevator wouldn’t move an inch with everyone else in it, including him. We finally arrived at their deck, five decks up exactly. I was then whispering to myself, “How in hell is he going to get around this ship?”. Well, I left that up to them. The wife tipped me ten dollars. I said, “Have a safe trip, and take care.”. I returned back to the gangway. When I returned, I was met by a bunch of my Bayonne colleagues who were just giggling at me. I said, “Did you see the guy I was pushing? THAT WAS ONE...HEAVY DUDE!”. One of my dear colleagues, Paul, said, “You should have charged him per pound, Dave.” I said, “Shut up!”. I then said, “I hope they loaded enough food on board.”. The rest of the day went along without a hitch. Before I knew it, embarkation was over. The Queen Mary 2 was preparing to set sail on her thirteen-day Caribbean cruise, with one fat guy in tow. I really mean, “in tow”.
When work was done, Paul, a few of his Brooklyn colleagues, and I signed off and left the terminal. As we were waiting for the bus to take us to Jay Street, we watched the ship leave. I still couldn’t believe that a ship that big can float. Having sailed on her twice, that was one incredible ship to work at. Once we got off the bus at Jay Street, Paul showed me the way to the subway station. We all said, “Good Night” to each other, and I walked down the subway steps. I took the A train to New York Penn Station, where I took the train to Secaucus, NJ. There I changed trains to finish the trip home. The long day’s work, including pushing a three hundred and fifty pound man, sure caught up with me. When I walked in through the front door of my home, I shared my story from my parents and brother. When I told the story about Jon, the fat guy, did I have my mom and my brother laughing hard. That was the topic of discussion for a month, even on Thanksgiving Day at our friends’ house. Here’s to having an exciting and rewarding job!
The Queen Mary 2 started its disembarkation right on time. One of the supervisors quickly briefed me on which gangway to use when entering the ship, which gangway to exit through, and the proper route to take during boarding. It was very straight forward. First, the ship’s security staff had to take my ID photo. The ship’s security officers took my photo, and it was off to the races. All of the disembarking guests requiring wheelchair assistance were gathering in the Golden Lion, one of the lounges on the main deck. One of my colleagues from Bayonne was dispatching the wheelchairs on board. Once I arrived at the Golden Lion, I was introduced to my first guest, Mary. Talking about a “small world after all”, this guest and her husband were avid railroad travelers. As I was wheeling her off the ship and through customs, I asked her what transportation she had leaving the terminal. She said, “We’re taking the train from New York Penn Station to Kissimmee, Florida. We have a time share down in the area”. I responded, “You’re taking the Silver Star! Oh, that’s a really nice ride. I’ve been wanting to go to Disney World by train for a long time. You sure picked a beautiful day for riding the rails.” “We sure did!”, the husband replied. After I helped the wife out of the wheelchair and into the taxi cab, the husband tipped me. I said, “Thank you very much, and enjoy Florida”. The taxi pulled away and they were off. Back to the races!
A few minutes later, I headed back to the ship to tend to the next guest. This guest was just as pleasant as the first. Her name was Edith. I introduced myself, and asked how her trip was. She told me that she had the sways after their five-day crossing from England. She answered, “It was awful! We had twenty-five foot swells coming over from Southampton. The captain said that it was the roughest weather ever encountered in the ship’s history.” I plainly said, “She’s built to handle waves like that. Hey, you’re in New York now, and you made it safely, which matters.” I then said, “My family and I had rough weather all throughout our Christmas cruise on the Norwegian Gem last year. It wasn’t fun, but we enjoyed ourselves as much as we could. Sometimes, you have to make the best of the worst of situations.” Edith responded, “You know David, you’re very right about that. You must have a masters degree.” I started laughing when I answered, “I have a masters in education from Saint Peter’s College in Jersey City”. When we found her limousine, she gave me a healthy tip. Once the door was closed, the driver stepped on it. Off she went! I love New York taxi and limousine drivers. “Floor it!” has got to be their motto. I quickly headed back to the ship. I tended to another guest, and did the same thing. His name was George. I wheeled him through the gangway, helped him find his luggage, pushed him through customs, and brought him outside to his transportation. While I was doing so, I ran into a familiar face. As I was approaching the gangway, I met up with the cruise director, Ray Rouse. He was the cruise director on both of my cruises on the Queen Mary 2, just three years before. He was talking to the security staff. I snuck up on him and said, “Good morning, Ray!”. He turned around and he recognized my face right off the bat. He said, “Hey, how’s it going man!” How’s your family doing?”. I said, “We’re all hanging in there.” He said, “Give your parents my kind regards!”. I replied, “I sure will.”. Before I knew it, disembarkation was over. The Queen Mary 2 stood ready to receive her new guests. Lunch time!
At lunch time, I went outside to the hot dog cart and bought myself an Italian sausage sandwich. That kept me alive and kicking for the whole day. Hey, when you’re Italian, some form of meat is always on the menu. Lunch time was a good hour long, which wasn’t too shabby. While we were eating in our own little corner of the embarkation lounge, we were all talking about the Baltimore trip. That trip was the topic of discussion all day long. Who wants to forget Baltimore? That was a work day like no other, a bonding experience I should say.
At noontime exactly, embarkation began. I quickly reported to the terminal entrance where all of the guests in need of wheelchairs were waiting. The first guest I assisted, was rather pleasant. His name was Eugene, which is my middle name. They have sailed on the Queen Mary 2 once before. They told me that they were very much familiar with the ship. I made sure they had all of their belongings, and I took the husband through security. First I went through, and then security patted him down. Once the rest of his family walked through the metal detector, I took them to the check-in counter. Even though I didn’t know all of the New York check-in staff, they sure knew that they were doing. It’s my job in Bayonne too, so I’m in the same “boat” as them. After this family was done checking in, they followed me and the husband onboard. As we entered the ship, I asked the family, “I’m sure you are familiar with the lounges and clubs on board. Are you?”. They said, “Oh yes, David. This ship is absolutely wonderful.” I took the husband in the elevator up to their deck, while they followed along in another. Finally, we reached their cabin. They gave me a very healthy tip. I’m not going to say how much. Doing the job properly, and keeping the guests happy is what matters.
The next guest I assisted was very friendly. He had a wonderful family, too. His name was Henry. They were absolutely wonderful. I remember it well. This family was sailing on the Queen Mary 2 for the very first time. I took them through security, and then to the check-in area. While they were filling out their health forms, I asked them about how they heard about the Queen Mary 2. They said, “We heard that this ship has quite an on board atmosphere.”. I said to them, “That it is. It’s an incredible ship. There are plenty of things to do and plenty of places to hang out. Once we’re on board, I’ll point out some of the popular places.” The wife said, “That’s so kind of you.”. Once they were checked in, they followed me and Henry through the hallway. They didn’t want their embarkation portraits taken. They said, “They’ll be taking pictures all throughout the trip!”. I retorted, “They sure know how to sneak up on you and pop the flash. I love the Titanic grand staircase backdrop they set up on formal nights.”. I then added, “The photography staff on board does an incredible job. There’s never a time when they take a horrible shot of you.”. Just as we entered the ship, I showed them the duty free shops, the Golden Lion, and the casino. I then said, “On the deck down below, there’s another place called the Chart Room, where the champagne is always flowing. Also, do check out the Queen’s Room and the G-32 Lounge right next door.”. Henry said, “You sure know this ship, David!”. I answered, “Every cruise is like practice.” We took the elevator up to their cabin. They too gave me a healthy tip. As I left their cabin, I said, “Enjoy your cruise, and have a great time.”. “We sure will, David. Thank you so much for your help.”. It was back to the gangway and to the terminal once again. The day was going awesome. Well, so I thought!
It was a gorgeous afternoon. I had already assisted two guests onto the ship. Embarkation was going great. I had assisted two guests who were absolutely pleasant. Just as I returned to the wheelchair waiting area, that’s when I met “the fat guy”. This guest and his family flew in from Poland. If I can recall, Jon was his name. This guy was one heavy dude. He had this pot belly you would not believe. He looked like he weighed three hundred and fifty pounds, maybe more. He got up using is cane, and sat down in the wheelchair. When he sat down, I could have sworn I heard the chair’s axle bend. I started thinking to myself, “How in God’s name did the plane get off the ground?”. They spoke broken English, very little I should say. I took him through security, and the family followed behind us. Pushing this guy was a challenge. I was then wondering why they didn’t check him in at the curb. Once they were all checked in, I pushed this guy toward the boarding area. This guy was H-E-A-V-Y. I thought I was pushing a pallet load of food provisions. Yikes! We entered the boarding area, and we passed the photography staff. I was glad they didn’t take this family’s photograph. Who would want to take a picture of this guy? This guy had me on the verge of a hernia. When we entered the elevator, this guy’s body mass took up half the space. I was sure hoping the elevator would make it to the gangway level. It did. Phew! The first leg of the trip was over.
Getting Jon on board the ship was one challenging situation. The easy part was over, well, sort of. Immediately afterward, I began trying to get the wheelchair over the metal bulkhead and into the gangway. He was so heavy, he was sliding forward, and almost slid out of the chair. The gangway then pitched downward, and then it would turn sharply to the right, then upward, and then onto the ship. I didn’t want this guy to slide out of the chair and get hurt, so I had to do things the hard way. I turned him around and I dragged him through the gangway backwards. This guy, Jon, was heavier then Jaba The Hut. As I was dragging him through the descending portion of the gangway, I felt my chair pushing against me. The last thing I wanted was for this guy to run me over. I then started thinking to myself, “If this guy runs my butt over with this wheelchair, what a way to go out!”. I couldn’t imagine my tombstone saying, “R.I.P. Do Not Despair. Pancaked By A Fat Guy In A Wheelchair”. Pulling this guest through the gangway was like a sequel to The Little Engine That Could, or should I say.......ah, forget it. Finally we reached the end of the gangway. I was fearing that the ship was going to list. He nearly ran me over as I carefully rolled him down the bridge plate into the ship. He made it!
Finally, the real easy part was coming up. I was wrong! The ship had these metal bulkheads which I too had to navigate over. When I hit one of them, he nearly slid out of the chair. I had to turn him around again and drag the chair backwards. The elevator door opened, and I took him into one elevator. The rest of his family followed in another. I was so glad they did that. I was afraid the elevator wouldn’t move an inch with everyone else in it, including him. We finally arrived at their deck, five decks up exactly. I was then whispering to myself, “How in hell is he going to get around this ship?”. Well, I left that up to them. The wife tipped me ten dollars. I said, “Have a safe trip, and take care.”. I returned back to the gangway. When I returned, I was met by a bunch of my Bayonne colleagues who were just giggling at me. I said, “Did you see the guy I was pushing? THAT WAS ONE...HEAVY DUDE!”. One of my dear colleagues, Paul, said, “You should have charged him per pound, Dave.” I said, “Shut up!”. I then said, “I hope they loaded enough food on board.”. The rest of the day went along without a hitch. Before I knew it, embarkation was over. The Queen Mary 2 was preparing to set sail on her thirteen-day Caribbean cruise, with one fat guy in tow. I really mean, “in tow”.
When work was done, Paul, a few of his Brooklyn colleagues, and I signed off and left the terminal. As we were waiting for the bus to take us to Jay Street, we watched the ship leave. I still couldn’t believe that a ship that big can float. Having sailed on her twice, that was one incredible ship to work at. Once we got off the bus at Jay Street, Paul showed me the way to the subway station. We all said, “Good Night” to each other, and I walked down the subway steps. I took the A train to New York Penn Station, where I took the train to Secaucus, NJ. There I changed trains to finish the trip home. The long day’s work, including pushing a three hundred and fifty pound man, sure caught up with me. When I walked in through the front door of my home, I shared my story from my parents and brother. When I told the story about Jon, the fat guy, did I have my mom and my brother laughing hard. That was the topic of discussion for a month, even on Thanksgiving Day at our friends’ house. Here’s to having an exciting and rewarding job!
Saturday, August 25, 2012
A Work Day To Remember!
Thursday, November 12th, 2009, the northeast was rocked by a nor'easter. The following day, I received a phone call from my staff administrator. My brother and I were busy in the garage re-stringing lights on our Christmas wreath. I was asked if I could travel with the Bayonne staff to Baltimore. I was told briefly what ship I was going to be working with. She asked if I could report to the Bayonne shopping area by 10:30 A.M. I said, “Will be there!”.
Saturday morning the 14th, my family headed down the shore to Point Pleasant, and I left for Bayonne. I drove to Bayonne in uniform, ready for another exciting work day. I arrived at the shopping center about half an hour prior to everyone else. I went to Dunkin Donuts to get a bagel and coffee, and continued to wait for everyone. When I saw a motor coach pull up near the movie theater, I knew something was up. More and more of us started to show up outside the theater, including two of the pier coordinators. At that moment, I began thinking to myself, “This is no Boston run!”.
We left Bayonne shortly before 11 A.M. We were on the New Jersey Turnpike en route to Baltimore. While on board the bus, we were given a synopsis of the situation. We were told that Royal Caribbean’s Grandeur of The Seas, was due to arrive that morning at 7 A.M. The nor'easter caused the ship to slow down on its way to Baltimore. The port of Baltimore was also forced to close due to the severe weather conditions. We arrived at the Cruise Maryland terminal just before 2 P.M. We were met by one of the Baltimore supervisors. She stepped onto the bus and addressed us about the situation. She made it known to us that many of the motor coaches, taxis, and limousines were turned away. She also made it known to us that we were going to be handling many guests who will be unhappy, because they were going to lose a full day from their cruise.
Inside the terminal, we were advised that letters were going to be distributed to the guests as they arrived. I called my parents up down the shore and said, “We’re going to have a long day here, and possibly a long night too.” My dad asked me, “What’s the deal down there, moose?”. My dad calls me the moose. That’s my family nickname. I have no clue why. I explained the situation to him. I told him that I would not be home for a good while, possibly after midnight. My dad told me to work hard, and keep in touch throughout the day. That I did, once or twice. The long wait for the ship had begun.
While inside the terminal building, we were shown the staff room, the check-in area, the customs area, the whole nine yards. A short time later, the pizza arrived. There was plenty of it to keep up us alive and kicking for the remainder of the day. In addition, they had plenty of diet soda on hand to keep us laced. After eating, I went to the vending machine and bought a few chocolate bars. Any caffeine I could get my hands on, I made sure I had plenty of it. We sat around watching TV, crocheting, and playing cards. I was listening to my iPod. We waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. It looked like a scene from "Waiting for Godot".
Never have I ever been so anxious in one day. I finally decided to call my dear old college roommate, Mario, and see what was going on with him. He picked up after the first ring, and I got the usual response from him, “Mr. Kriso, what’s going on champ?”. I said, “Greetings from Baltimore!”. He then asked, “What the hell are you doing down in good old Baltimore, buddy? Making music with the crabs?”. I plainly responded, “The whole Bayonne staff and I are here waiting for one of Royal Caribbean’s ships to show up. The nor'easter delayed it an entire day. We’re going to be here all night, it seems.”. We spoke about other things; college, my work in Boston, my job search, substitute teaching, the girls from our class; just plain old college classmate jazz. After I hung up with him, I went back to listening to my iPod. I even chugged down another diet soda to keep myself awake.
Shortly later, I walked back outside to the pier. I looked out to the horizon, towards the Francis Scott Key Bridge. At that very moment, I saw a bunch of lights and some flash bulbs going off. It was the Grandeur of The Seas. The wait was over!
It was 6 P.M. The Grandeur of The Seas was finally approaching the Baltimore channel. I bolted into the terminal. When I raced inside, I said to everyone, “I see her!”. A dozen of my colleagues started celebrating. One of the ladies asked, “Where is she? Show me!”. I said, “Come out here. I saw her on the horizon approaching the Francis Scott Key Bridge.”. We all walked out to the edge of the pier, and there was nothing out there. I said, “I know she was out there. She’s probably in the channel entering the harbor right about now.”. We walked back inside the terminal and started cleaning up the staff room. Half an hour later, the pier supervisor took us on a walk-through disembarkation. She showed us where the guests were going to be directed. She pointed out where guests were to go if they had taxis to catch, and where the guests’ parking lot was. Two agents were needed to assist passengers in the customs area. I volunteered, and I was directed to that spot, right outside the customs hall door. I was going to be directing the guests to the customs area once they exited the gangway. The fun part of the day was finally about to begin.
When we were finally shown the gangway area, we saw the ship coming into port. The ship looked absolutely beautiful, with her lights on, and all of the guests camera flashes going off. We started applauding as the ship pulled alongside the pier. I yelled up to the guests on deck saying, “We’ve been waiting all day for you!”. Once the ship started lowering her lines, it was time to go to work. Half an hour later, disembarkation started. The express walk-off guests were the first ones off. They were allowed to leave the ship with all of their luggage with no assistance. I was walking back and forth along the long line of guests, telling them to have their customs forms and passports ready. They came off the ship and through customs they went. Immediately afterward came the general disembarkation. Many of the guests onboard the ship that evening all had one situation in common. They were twelve hours late, and were worried that they had missed their flights home. Some even missed their trains home, or were cutting it close to their flights and trains. I was able to help the guests with their train situations. I gave them Amtrak’s phone number, and advised them to tell the agent on the phone their situation, and hopefully they would be rescheduled. More than one hundred guests had trains to catch home, to New Jersey, to Connecticut, and even Rhode Island. Disembarkation continued until 9 P.M. I was getting exhausted, but the night wasn’t over yet. My favorite part was finally coming up.
At 9:30 P.M., guest check-in officially started. It was my time to shine. I went to my computer station, and raised my station paddle. The first party came up to my computer. I greeted them, saying “Welcome to the Grandeur! Do you have your health forms all completed?”. I then said, “I apologize for the long wait today.” This party was absolutely cool with the delay. They weren’t upset at all. They appeared to be a little tired from a long day of doing practically nothing, but they weren’t upset. I asked for their passports, their cruise tickets, and the credit card that they had registered. I gave them their stateroom key cards, and wished them a safe trip and a pleasant evening. Once I was done with them, I showed them to the waiting area. I raised my paddle again, and the next party came to my station. This party wasn’t upset either. Same as before, I asked for their health forms, cruise tickets, passports, and their credit card. I issued their stateroom keys, and off to the ship they went. The night wore on. I was looking at my watch every half hour. I was hoping for a break in the flow of guest traffic, so I could step away for a diet soda. I was getting weary, and yawning my butt off like no tomorrow. Finally, I heard the words I hoped to hear, “David, you’re free to have dinner if you haven’t done so.”. I stepped away and went into the break room to have a cup of coffee and a diet soda. The night wasn’t over yet. There was still plenty of guests walking in. It was the longest day my colleagues and I had ever worked. We were going on seventeen hours. We were surely on the verge of setting a record.
It was 1:30 A.M. Our longest work day in history was nearly complete. Once the incoming guest traffic started to subside, we were just begging to call it a night, or I should say, morning. I never saw my colleagues yawning so much after a long night. We were talking about every last guest we checked in. It wasn’t all that bad of a night. Some weren’t so happy about losing a day from their trip. What can you do? You do your job and be happy that you did it properly, right? That’s what matters. Before heading out to the bus, we were all thanked by the pier management for giving up a whole day to assist them on short notice. If it weren’t for us going down there, the Baltimore staff would have been up a creek without a paddle. The Carnival Pride was due in at 7 A.M. later that morning. At 2 A.M., we finally boarded the bus. We set a huge record. We worked the longest shift ever; nineteen and a half hours. Once we were all on board, we hit the highway north back to Bayonne. I took out my iPod, put on Bruce Springsteen, and I fell asleep minutes later. I didn’t wake up until 5 A.M., when we were arriving in the Bayonne area. When we pulled in front of the movie theater, it took a short while for many of us to rise and shine. We got off the bus and went back to our cars. As I was on the New Jersey Turnpike approaching Giants Stadium, the sun was starting to creep up over New York City. I said to myself, “Man, is this awkward!”. I was returning home from work while everyone else was just waking up. How strange!
At quarter of six, I finally pulled into my driveway. I went inside, turned off the alarm, changed out of my uniform and put on my my Aerosmith pajamas. Minutes later, I went to bed. At 11 A.M., I woke up. I quickly took a shower, got dressed, and went to church. At church, I fell asleep during the readings, then during the Eucharist, and finally during Communion. When I finally arrived back home, I turned on the Jets game. Once again, I fell asleep. I slept through the entire game. A short time later, my family returned home from Point Pleasant. They saw me passed out on the couch. My dad said, “Moose, you want to have pizza for dinner?”. I was so out of it. I think I said, “Let’s go for it! As long as diet soda’s not on the menu.”. A long and hard day sure has its rewards, doesn’t it?
Saturday morning the 14th, my family headed down the shore to Point Pleasant, and I left for Bayonne. I drove to Bayonne in uniform, ready for another exciting work day. I arrived at the shopping center about half an hour prior to everyone else. I went to Dunkin Donuts to get a bagel and coffee, and continued to wait for everyone. When I saw a motor coach pull up near the movie theater, I knew something was up. More and more of us started to show up outside the theater, including two of the pier coordinators. At that moment, I began thinking to myself, “This is no Boston run!”.
We left Bayonne shortly before 11 A.M. We were on the New Jersey Turnpike en route to Baltimore. While on board the bus, we were given a synopsis of the situation. We were told that Royal Caribbean’s Grandeur of The Seas, was due to arrive that morning at 7 A.M. The nor'easter caused the ship to slow down on its way to Baltimore. The port of Baltimore was also forced to close due to the severe weather conditions. We arrived at the Cruise Maryland terminal just before 2 P.M. We were met by one of the Baltimore supervisors. She stepped onto the bus and addressed us about the situation. She made it known to us that many of the motor coaches, taxis, and limousines were turned away. She also made it known to us that we were going to be handling many guests who will be unhappy, because they were going to lose a full day from their cruise.
Inside the terminal, we were advised that letters were going to be distributed to the guests as they arrived. I called my parents up down the shore and said, “We’re going to have a long day here, and possibly a long night too.” My dad asked me, “What’s the deal down there, moose?”. My dad calls me the moose. That’s my family nickname. I have no clue why. I explained the situation to him. I told him that I would not be home for a good while, possibly after midnight. My dad told me to work hard, and keep in touch throughout the day. That I did, once or twice. The long wait for the ship had begun.
While inside the terminal building, we were shown the staff room, the check-in area, the customs area, the whole nine yards. A short time later, the pizza arrived. There was plenty of it to keep up us alive and kicking for the remainder of the day. In addition, they had plenty of diet soda on hand to keep us laced. After eating, I went to the vending machine and bought a few chocolate bars. Any caffeine I could get my hands on, I made sure I had plenty of it. We sat around watching TV, crocheting, and playing cards. I was listening to my iPod. We waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. It looked like a scene from "Waiting for Godot".
Never have I ever been so anxious in one day. I finally decided to call my dear old college roommate, Mario, and see what was going on with him. He picked up after the first ring, and I got the usual response from him, “Mr. Kriso, what’s going on champ?”. I said, “Greetings from Baltimore!”. He then asked, “What the hell are you doing down in good old Baltimore, buddy? Making music with the crabs?”. I plainly responded, “The whole Bayonne staff and I are here waiting for one of Royal Caribbean’s ships to show up. The nor'easter delayed it an entire day. We’re going to be here all night, it seems.”. We spoke about other things; college, my work in Boston, my job search, substitute teaching, the girls from our class; just plain old college classmate jazz. After I hung up with him, I went back to listening to my iPod. I even chugged down another diet soda to keep myself awake.
Shortly later, I walked back outside to the pier. I looked out to the horizon, towards the Francis Scott Key Bridge. At that very moment, I saw a bunch of lights and some flash bulbs going off. It was the Grandeur of The Seas. The wait was over!
It was 6 P.M. The Grandeur of The Seas was finally approaching the Baltimore channel. I bolted into the terminal. When I raced inside, I said to everyone, “I see her!”. A dozen of my colleagues started celebrating. One of the ladies asked, “Where is she? Show me!”. I said, “Come out here. I saw her on the horizon approaching the Francis Scott Key Bridge.”. We all walked out to the edge of the pier, and there was nothing out there. I said, “I know she was out there. She’s probably in the channel entering the harbor right about now.”. We walked back inside the terminal and started cleaning up the staff room. Half an hour later, the pier supervisor took us on a walk-through disembarkation. She showed us where the guests were going to be directed. She pointed out where guests were to go if they had taxis to catch, and where the guests’ parking lot was. Two agents were needed to assist passengers in the customs area. I volunteered, and I was directed to that spot, right outside the customs hall door. I was going to be directing the guests to the customs area once they exited the gangway. The fun part of the day was finally about to begin.
When we were finally shown the gangway area, we saw the ship coming into port. The ship looked absolutely beautiful, with her lights on, and all of the guests camera flashes going off. We started applauding as the ship pulled alongside the pier. I yelled up to the guests on deck saying, “We’ve been waiting all day for you!”. Once the ship started lowering her lines, it was time to go to work. Half an hour later, disembarkation started. The express walk-off guests were the first ones off. They were allowed to leave the ship with all of their luggage with no assistance. I was walking back and forth along the long line of guests, telling them to have their customs forms and passports ready. They came off the ship and through customs they went. Immediately afterward came the general disembarkation. Many of the guests onboard the ship that evening all had one situation in common. They were twelve hours late, and were worried that they had missed their flights home. Some even missed their trains home, or were cutting it close to their flights and trains. I was able to help the guests with their train situations. I gave them Amtrak’s phone number, and advised them to tell the agent on the phone their situation, and hopefully they would be rescheduled. More than one hundred guests had trains to catch home, to New Jersey, to Connecticut, and even Rhode Island. Disembarkation continued until 9 P.M. I was getting exhausted, but the night wasn’t over yet. My favorite part was finally coming up.
At 9:30 P.M., guest check-in officially started. It was my time to shine. I went to my computer station, and raised my station paddle. The first party came up to my computer. I greeted them, saying “Welcome to the Grandeur! Do you have your health forms all completed?”. I then said, “I apologize for the long wait today.” This party was absolutely cool with the delay. They weren’t upset at all. They appeared to be a little tired from a long day of doing practically nothing, but they weren’t upset. I asked for their passports, their cruise tickets, and the credit card that they had registered. I gave them their stateroom key cards, and wished them a safe trip and a pleasant evening. Once I was done with them, I showed them to the waiting area. I raised my paddle again, and the next party came to my station. This party wasn’t upset either. Same as before, I asked for their health forms, cruise tickets, passports, and their credit card. I issued their stateroom keys, and off to the ship they went. The night wore on. I was looking at my watch every half hour. I was hoping for a break in the flow of guest traffic, so I could step away for a diet soda. I was getting weary, and yawning my butt off like no tomorrow. Finally, I heard the words I hoped to hear, “David, you’re free to have dinner if you haven’t done so.”. I stepped away and went into the break room to have a cup of coffee and a diet soda. The night wasn’t over yet. There was still plenty of guests walking in. It was the longest day my colleagues and I had ever worked. We were going on seventeen hours. We were surely on the verge of setting a record.
It was 1:30 A.M. Our longest work day in history was nearly complete. Once the incoming guest traffic started to subside, we were just begging to call it a night, or I should say, morning. I never saw my colleagues yawning so much after a long night. We were talking about every last guest we checked in. It wasn’t all that bad of a night. Some weren’t so happy about losing a day from their trip. What can you do? You do your job and be happy that you did it properly, right? That’s what matters. Before heading out to the bus, we were all thanked by the pier management for giving up a whole day to assist them on short notice. If it weren’t for us going down there, the Baltimore staff would have been up a creek without a paddle. The Carnival Pride was due in at 7 A.M. later that morning. At 2 A.M., we finally boarded the bus. We set a huge record. We worked the longest shift ever; nineteen and a half hours. Once we were all on board, we hit the highway north back to Bayonne. I took out my iPod, put on Bruce Springsteen, and I fell asleep minutes later. I didn’t wake up until 5 A.M., when we were arriving in the Bayonne area. When we pulled in front of the movie theater, it took a short while for many of us to rise and shine. We got off the bus and went back to our cars. As I was on the New Jersey Turnpike approaching Giants Stadium, the sun was starting to creep up over New York City. I said to myself, “Man, is this awkward!”. I was returning home from work while everyone else was just waking up. How strange!
At quarter of six, I finally pulled into my driveway. I went inside, turned off the alarm, changed out of my uniform and put on my my Aerosmith pajamas. Minutes later, I went to bed. At 11 A.M., I woke up. I quickly took a shower, got dressed, and went to church. At church, I fell asleep during the readings, then during the Eucharist, and finally during Communion. When I finally arrived back home, I turned on the Jets game. Once again, I fell asleep. I slept through the entire game. A short time later, my family returned home from Point Pleasant. They saw me passed out on the couch. My dad said, “Moose, you want to have pizza for dinner?”. I was so out of it. I think I said, “Let’s go for it! As long as diet soda’s not on the menu.”. A long and hard day sure has its rewards, doesn’t it?
Monday, August 13, 2012
My Very First Cruise Vacation
Let me take you back to February 1994. It was my high school mid-winter break. That week, I went on my first cruise vacation. I was sixteen years old.. For a four-day trip, it was a lot of fun. My family and I are serious Disney travelers. We tried Disney’s cruise. We sailed on board Premier Cruise Line’s Starship Atlantic. It was known as the Big Red Boat. My mom asked my dad, my brother, and I to wear our blazers on the plane to Orlando. I remember her saying, “You’re going to be wearing your blazers on the plane, so we don’t have to drag oh so much luggage with us. We’re gonna travel light.”. She also said, “Cruise passengers normally like to dress fancy.” Oh really!!
We touched down in Orlando around eleven o’clock in the morning. We headed downstairs to go to our rent-a-car bus. Waiting for the bus felt like forever. It was eighty-five degrees out. The humidity was extremely unforgiving. There were dozens of people standing near us who were also going to Port Canaveral. They were all wearing shorts, tank tops, and sandals. My dad, my brother, and I were wearing blazers. Yikes! We were sweltering beyond belief. I was so hot, I felt like I was a Domino’s Pizza heat wave bag for Halloween.
I was a fussy eater for a long time. When we boarded the Starship Atlantic, I knew I had a challenge in front of me. My dad was telling me that it was the perfect opportunity to start trying new things, especially cruise ship food. Cruise ship food is nonstop. At that time, the midnight buffet was still a hot event onboard. They no longer exist nowadays. Aside from the food, it was also an opportunity for me to not be so attached to my brother. The second day of the cruise, I lost sight of him. We finally met up around, oh, by two in the morning. He was furious with me, accusing me of not telling him where I was. We were both in unfamiliar territory, so I had no clue what he was griping about. I was truly having a blast.
There were plenty of activities going onboard the Starship Atlantic. My brother and I joined the Teen Cruiser Club. At least we had the chance to hang out with people close to our age. We happened to be the two oldest in the club. We did just about everything together. We had lunch together, went to the midnight buffet together, and hung out with Mickey and Minnie and the rest of the Disney character gang. During our day at sea, the Teen Cruiser Club was given a tour of the ship’s bridge. Seeing the ship’s bridge was quite nifty. I had never seen a cruise ship’s bridge before. Late in the evening, we went to a star gazing talk up on the top deck. Each of us was given a star gazer’s guide with a little flash light attached. The cruise staffer pointed out to us which constellations were which in the night sky. If I can recall, the ocean was very calm that night. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. It was never so peaceful out there at sea, out in the middle of nowhere. The lights of Nassau could be barely seen out in the distance. When the presentation was over, we were allowed to ask the cruise staffer questions. We were also allowed to keep the constellation guides. Originally, I didn’t want to go on this cruise at all. I was wrong. At that point, the cruise was going great. I stood corrected.
On the third day, we docked in sunny Nassau, Bahamas. I was excited to see what Nassau was all about. Late in the morning, my family and I stepped off the ship to walk around town. There wasn’t a whole lot to visit. There were plenty of duty-free shops to browse through. We stopped for ice cream, looked through the shops, and then took a boat ride over to Paradise Island. Speaking of Paradise Island, the Atlantis Resort and Casino was just under construction. I remember seeing the monster cranes in the background. We did return to Nassau on back-to- back Christmas cruises on Norwegian in 2007 and 2008. We got to see the hotel, aquarium, and water park for real. If you have never been to the Atlantis Resort and Casino, you have to see it. It is truly out of this world.
We walked around Paradise Island, but never went to the beach. My brother and I were on a bit of a time crunch. There was one part of that trip I didn’t care for. It wasn’t the ship or the cruise experience. It was what we had to get done during the trip which kind of took the joy out of it in a heartbeat. My brother and I both had the same history teacher that year. He and I had to read this history novel to be completed by the end of the mid-winter break. There was a test on the book too, which left us in a rush to get it done. In addition, I had an English literature term paper to draft out. Yuck!! Who wants to do any homework on a cruise? Don’t ask!
At five o’clock, we departed Nassau, en route for Port Lucaya. That evening, we attended the Captain’s Cocktail Party, followed by the Captain’s Dinner. The cocktail party was held in the ship’s main lounge. There was a live band playing. Can I let you out on a huge secret? Back then, I was the shyest kid on the face of the planet. My parents were dancing together, while my brother and I were busy living it up. We were just drinking away, downing one iced tea and fruit punch after another. We weren’t of drinking age, so we were doing well. My mom then pointed at me. She asked me to join her on the dance floor. I was signaling, “No”. She started giving me the prayer gesture...”Pleeeeease???”. My brother and I kept on drinking, not paying any attention to her. My mom then did the unthinkable. She sent my dad off the dance floor to get me to dance with her. While I’m chugging down my fruit punch, my dad approached me. He said, “Will you please go dance with your mother? If you don’t, I’m gonna toss you off this ship!”. I said “No, I’m dog-tired from today.” My dad said, “Ok, just stay there then. We’ll talk later.” My brother stuck up for me asking, “Hey, you wanna get him back?” I said, “Let the games begin!” Right on our cocktail table, right in front of us, was dad’s stateroom card. Since my dad and my brother have the same first name, my brother charged another dozen drinks to his cabin account. HA-HA! At the end of the cruise, my parents were absolutely clueless of why their cabin bill was over one thousand dollars. Sweet revenge indeed! Sing with me! “Over the sea, let’s go men. We’re chargin’ it up, we’re chargin’ it up again!”
The following morning, we arrived at Port Lucaya. Port Lucaya is located on Grand Bahama, about half an hour away from Freeport. There was no pier, so we had to board a tender to shore. The tender ride was about ten minutes. We didn’t do all that much in Port Lucaya. We browsed around, took pictures here and there, and we returned back to the ship. Again, we didn’t go swimming in the ship’s pool. That history novel was a huge albatross hanging over our shoulders. We spend hours and hours in our cabin reading four chapters at a time. Despite the mountain of homework I had to get done, my first cruise vacation was quite the experience. I was surely looking forward to my next cruise, regardless of which line it was going to be.
The next day, we arrived back in Port Canaveral. It was an ugly morning. We packed up our carry-on bags, including our homework. I tried to track down the kids I met in the Teen Cruiser Club, but it was just too hectic of a morning. We left the ship, cleared through customs, and headed for the car. Next stop, Disney’s Yacht Club Resort, the second part of the trip. We did plenty that day. Unfortunately, we had to cut our time short in the Magic Kingdom. We had that dreadful history novel to make tracks on. If there was any part of that trip we didn’t like, it was reading that book, “The Rise And Fall of The Third Reich”. We stayed three nights in Disney World, and unfortunately the really hard part came up. The hardest part of any Disney World vacation is LEAVING. That Sunday evening we were flying home, we were delayed. There were high winds at Newark Airport. We had to stay on the ground for over an hour. We arrived home two hours late. We were returning to school the next morning. It was a trip we couldn’t get into to any kind of a groove. With a history novel to read and term papers on our plates, it was a trip with mixed feelings. The next morning, we lucked out. It was a snow day. It gave us an extra day to make progress on “the book”. We were fortunate to pass the test. Four years later, Disney took the cruising concept and plused it. Boy, did they! Four ships and counting!
In the Fall of 1999, I became a World Disney World cast member as part of their college program. Working with Disney was an experience like no other. I even attempted to go full-time. The spring of that year, the Disney Wonder was just launched. This summer, I have been working with the Disney Magic in New York City. The work experience is like stepping into the past. It’s truly amazing what events during your very first cruise vacation can transpire into. It’s even more amazing what having been a cast member can lead to. The work experience most definitely feels like a blast from the past. What's the best part of it? Pixie dust is the key ingredient to it all.
We touched down in Orlando around eleven o’clock in the morning. We headed downstairs to go to our rent-a-car bus. Waiting for the bus felt like forever. It was eighty-five degrees out. The humidity was extremely unforgiving. There were dozens of people standing near us who were also going to Port Canaveral. They were all wearing shorts, tank tops, and sandals. My dad, my brother, and I were wearing blazers. Yikes! We were sweltering beyond belief. I was so hot, I felt like I was a Domino’s Pizza heat wave bag for Halloween.
I was a fussy eater for a long time. When we boarded the Starship Atlantic, I knew I had a challenge in front of me. My dad was telling me that it was the perfect opportunity to start trying new things, especially cruise ship food. Cruise ship food is nonstop. At that time, the midnight buffet was still a hot event onboard. They no longer exist nowadays. Aside from the food, it was also an opportunity for me to not be so attached to my brother. The second day of the cruise, I lost sight of him. We finally met up around, oh, by two in the morning. He was furious with me, accusing me of not telling him where I was. We were both in unfamiliar territory, so I had no clue what he was griping about. I was truly having a blast.
There were plenty of activities going onboard the Starship Atlantic. My brother and I joined the Teen Cruiser Club. At least we had the chance to hang out with people close to our age. We happened to be the two oldest in the club. We did just about everything together. We had lunch together, went to the midnight buffet together, and hung out with Mickey and Minnie and the rest of the Disney character gang. During our day at sea, the Teen Cruiser Club was given a tour of the ship’s bridge. Seeing the ship’s bridge was quite nifty. I had never seen a cruise ship’s bridge before. Late in the evening, we went to a star gazing talk up on the top deck. Each of us was given a star gazer’s guide with a little flash light attached. The cruise staffer pointed out to us which constellations were which in the night sky. If I can recall, the ocean was very calm that night. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. It was never so peaceful out there at sea, out in the middle of nowhere. The lights of Nassau could be barely seen out in the distance. When the presentation was over, we were allowed to ask the cruise staffer questions. We were also allowed to keep the constellation guides. Originally, I didn’t want to go on this cruise at all. I was wrong. At that point, the cruise was going great. I stood corrected.
On the third day, we docked in sunny Nassau, Bahamas. I was excited to see what Nassau was all about. Late in the morning, my family and I stepped off the ship to walk around town. There wasn’t a whole lot to visit. There were plenty of duty-free shops to browse through. We stopped for ice cream, looked through the shops, and then took a boat ride over to Paradise Island. Speaking of Paradise Island, the Atlantis Resort and Casino was just under construction. I remember seeing the monster cranes in the background. We did return to Nassau on back-to- back Christmas cruises on Norwegian in 2007 and 2008. We got to see the hotel, aquarium, and water park for real. If you have never been to the Atlantis Resort and Casino, you have to see it. It is truly out of this world.
We walked around Paradise Island, but never went to the beach. My brother and I were on a bit of a time crunch. There was one part of that trip I didn’t care for. It wasn’t the ship or the cruise experience. It was what we had to get done during the trip which kind of took the joy out of it in a heartbeat. My brother and I both had the same history teacher that year. He and I had to read this history novel to be completed by the end of the mid-winter break. There was a test on the book too, which left us in a rush to get it done. In addition, I had an English literature term paper to draft out. Yuck!! Who wants to do any homework on a cruise? Don’t ask!
At five o’clock, we departed Nassau, en route for Port Lucaya. That evening, we attended the Captain’s Cocktail Party, followed by the Captain’s Dinner. The cocktail party was held in the ship’s main lounge. There was a live band playing. Can I let you out on a huge secret? Back then, I was the shyest kid on the face of the planet. My parents were dancing together, while my brother and I were busy living it up. We were just drinking away, downing one iced tea and fruit punch after another. We weren’t of drinking age, so we were doing well. My mom then pointed at me. She asked me to join her on the dance floor. I was signaling, “No”. She started giving me the prayer gesture...”Pleeeeease???”. My brother and I kept on drinking, not paying any attention to her. My mom then did the unthinkable. She sent my dad off the dance floor to get me to dance with her. While I’m chugging down my fruit punch, my dad approached me. He said, “Will you please go dance with your mother? If you don’t, I’m gonna toss you off this ship!”. I said “No, I’m dog-tired from today.” My dad said, “Ok, just stay there then. We’ll talk later.” My brother stuck up for me asking, “Hey, you wanna get him back?” I said, “Let the games begin!” Right on our cocktail table, right in front of us, was dad’s stateroom card. Since my dad and my brother have the same first name, my brother charged another dozen drinks to his cabin account. HA-HA! At the end of the cruise, my parents were absolutely clueless of why their cabin bill was over one thousand dollars. Sweet revenge indeed! Sing with me! “Over the sea, let’s go men. We’re chargin’ it up, we’re chargin’ it up again!”
The following morning, we arrived at Port Lucaya. Port Lucaya is located on Grand Bahama, about half an hour away from Freeport. There was no pier, so we had to board a tender to shore. The tender ride was about ten minutes. We didn’t do all that much in Port Lucaya. We browsed around, took pictures here and there, and we returned back to the ship. Again, we didn’t go swimming in the ship’s pool. That history novel was a huge albatross hanging over our shoulders. We spend hours and hours in our cabin reading four chapters at a time. Despite the mountain of homework I had to get done, my first cruise vacation was quite the experience. I was surely looking forward to my next cruise, regardless of which line it was going to be.
The next day, we arrived back in Port Canaveral. It was an ugly morning. We packed up our carry-on bags, including our homework. I tried to track down the kids I met in the Teen Cruiser Club, but it was just too hectic of a morning. We left the ship, cleared through customs, and headed for the car. Next stop, Disney’s Yacht Club Resort, the second part of the trip. We did plenty that day. Unfortunately, we had to cut our time short in the Magic Kingdom. We had that dreadful history novel to make tracks on. If there was any part of that trip we didn’t like, it was reading that book, “The Rise And Fall of The Third Reich”. We stayed three nights in Disney World, and unfortunately the really hard part came up. The hardest part of any Disney World vacation is LEAVING. That Sunday evening we were flying home, we were delayed. There were high winds at Newark Airport. We had to stay on the ground for over an hour. We arrived home two hours late. We were returning to school the next morning. It was a trip we couldn’t get into to any kind of a groove. With a history novel to read and term papers on our plates, it was a trip with mixed feelings. The next morning, we lucked out. It was a snow day. It gave us an extra day to make progress on “the book”. We were fortunate to pass the test. Four years later, Disney took the cruising concept and plused it. Boy, did they! Four ships and counting!
In the Fall of 1999, I became a World Disney World cast member as part of their college program. Working with Disney was an experience like no other. I even attempted to go full-time. The spring of that year, the Disney Wonder was just launched. This summer, I have been working with the Disney Magic in New York City. The work experience is like stepping into the past. It’s truly amazing what events during your very first cruise vacation can transpire into. It’s even more amazing what having been a cast member can lead to. The work experience most definitely feels like a blast from the past. What's the best part of it? Pixie dust is the key ingredient to it all.
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