Journal of a 77 Year Old Gay Man Coming In For the Final Landing

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Why I Work at a Hotel

Hampton Inn Team 1This is my 20th year working as a hotel front desk clerk.

I didn’t plan a career in the hospitality industry. When I graduated from high school I decided to join the Army and get that three year obligation out of the way.

After my discharge from the Army in January of 1963 I moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The reason I moved to Pittsburgh instead of my hometown of Downingtown at the other end of the state of Pennsylvania was that I wanted to come out as gay. A friend of mine from the service, Sal DeRosa, had ended his enlistment in the Air Force. We were both stationed at Fort George G. Meade, Maryland.

When I moved to Pittsburgh I needed a job. I got a job through an employment agency with the Pittsburgh Hilton Hotel in the Golden Triangle.  My job was as a night auditor.  My pay was $250 a month, payable on the 15th and 31st each month.

The night auditor job was easy. I went into work at 11 PM and we left when we settled our restaurants.  There were five of us, all guys. Don Meanor was the supervisor.  I also worked with Fred Hunt and two other guys whose names I cannot remember. Fred had just left the Army too a few months before me.  We weren’t stationed together though.

The Pittsburgh Hilton had five restaurants. Each of us got the stack of waitress checks that we had to check the math and then enter the totals on the old fashion green bar columnar pads. This was in 1963, when Lotus and Excel were just a twinkle in some programming geek’s eye.

I only worked at the Pittsburgh Hilton Hotel for three months.  I was lonely and freaked out by the gay scene in Pittsburgh, a rich subject for many future blog postings.

I quit my job, having never seen the front desk of the Pittsburgh Hilton hotel. We worked in the bowels of the basement.

Returning to my hometown of Downingtown I got a job as an accounts payable clerk at Lipsett Steel Products, Inc of Coatesville, PA. My pay was $80 a week. A much better pay than I was making at the Pittsburgh Hilton Hotel.

I worked at Lipsett Steel Products for two years until I quit to move in with my present partner/husband Bill Kelly. I had secured a job at Girard Bank in Philadelphia, PA through my friend Ron Hampton.  Sal and Ron were my best friends at Fort Meade.

The next twenty-two years I worked at Girard Bank which was taken over by Mellon Bank of Pittsburgh in 1982. In 1986, during a downsizing, I lost my job at Mellon Bank. I was fortunate in that I secured another job immediately with Fidelity Bank of Philadelphia, right up Broad Street from Mellon Bank.

The next seven years I worked at Fidelity Bank which was take over by First Fidelity Bank of Newark, New Jersey.

April 1st of 1994 I quit my banking job at First Fidelity Bank. I had a job opportunity with Sun Bank of Atlanta Georgia. I was going to drastically change my life. Unfortunately, after interviewing for the job at Sun Bank, I was turned down. My friend and former co-worker Ellen Powell had arranged the interview for me. Later I was told I was asking for too much money.

That summer I was unemployed. I eventually got a job as a gardener on a businesswoman’s estate at $8.45 an hour. Not a huge amount of money nor a livable wage but I was bringing some money in while I was living off of my savings and 401K.

Then fate stepped in and a job opportunity opened up at Downingtown National Bank. They were looking for a trust operations supervisor. That was exactly the job I had for twenty-two years at Girard Bank then Mellon Bank. I interviewed for the job and got it.

For the next four years I worked at Downingtown National Bank. I loved my job. Things were going on fine until there was a change in management.  I lost my job. I will not go into the details at this time (it is a long and ugly story). I was again unemployed.

I applied for unemployment. After being first turned down I eventually was granted unemployment benefits. After collecting unemployment for three weeks, I became bored. I saw an ad for a night auditor at a nearby Hampton Inn. I applied for the job, knowing it was an easy job, I was hired. Much to my surprise I found out that the night auditor position had changed drastically from my first night auditor job in 1963. I wasn’t adding up restaurant checks. The Hampton Inn didn’t have in-house restaurants. I would have to stay the whole eight hours. From 11 pm at night until 7 am in the morning. I was the weekend night auditor.  It was rough working all night into the morning. I was paid $9.00 an hour, an extra dollar an hour because I had experience.

After several months a job opportunity opened at another Downingtown bank, the First Financial Bank. I began working both jobs, part-time, for the next four years. I would begin work at the bank at 8 am in the morning.  I would leave an hour early, 4 pm to work at the hotel from 4 pm to 11 pm at night.  The bank let me leave an hour early and the hotel let be arrive an hour later.  I worked almost every day in the week, weekends included, for the next four years.

Then I had a disagreement with the assistant manager of the Hampton Inn and I quit my job. For a short while I worked at the nearby Marriott Residence Inn, Then I decided to move lock stock and barrel to Delaware. I could no longer afford to pay Pennsylvania taxes. I moved to Delaware because my best friend from my Army days, Bob McCamley lived in Sussex County, Delaware and I wanted to escape the high taxes of Pennsylvania. I could only afford to live in Pennsylvania since I lost my high paying bank jobs because my Mother was giving me and my brothers $10,000 a year. She could no longer give me and my brothers that annual tax free gift distribution.

For the first three months of living in Delaware I became bored again so I went looking for another part-time job. Of course a hotel job made sense. I applied at a dozen hotels in the Rehoboth Beach/Lewes area. None would even interview me.  I suspect they wanted young girls working the front desk, not an old geezer like me. Dejected, the last hotel I applied  was the hotel where I am working now, The owner of the hotel happened to be sitting at the manager’s desk.  He interviewed me right away. Two days later the manager called and told me I was hired. That was April 2007. I’ve been working at this hotel ever since.

I’ve often been asked how long I will work at the hotel.  My answer is always the same, I will work until I can no longer function as a competent front desk clerk/agent.

I’m working tonight. I love the interaction with the guests. I love providing a good experience for them and most of the guests appreciate my efforts. It’s a win win situation for all of us.

Someday when I leave hotel work I will write about my experiences as a hotel front desk clerk. I don’t write about those experiences now because of confidentiality and I don’t want to embarrass any of the guests. But folks, I have stories to tell. Oh do I ever. Someday, maybe.


Update December 2018

Ron Tipton at WorkHello folks. I’m back again. I began this blog with all good intentions of keeping it up to date but life keeps interfering. That’s my lame excuse. That and the fact that I keep another blog posting through blogspot that I keep up to date almost daily.

Pardon me while I ramble a bit here but I feel a need to explain my current situation.

I turned seventy-seven years old this year. I am now officially an old man. There is no way out of it. Never in my life did I think I would reach this grand old age. Never did I think I would outlive so many of my old friend and former co-workers but I have.  But my time is coming, I can feel it.

I’m not steady on my feet.  My body aches from encroaching arthritis. I have an extra heartbeat which I really notice when I over exert myself walking or other forms of physical activity.  I need a daily afternoon nap or else I just wear down.

The one good thing I have in my life now, besides my long term relationship with Bill Kelly, my partner and now husband of fifty-four years, is my Canadian friend Pat F. I met Pat through the Internet (he saw my photo on the Internet and looked me up) and we’ve been good friends ever since. We travel together four times a year. He is the man I’ve been looking for all my life. Then who is Bill you might ask? When I got together with Bill fifty-four years ago I told him then he wasn’t The One. He has always understood that. But I will never leave Bill, I love him too. But Pat and I have so much more in common. I am convinced we are from the same amoeba from a previous life.

Well, I don’t want to wear out my welcome after this long absence but I did want to see if I can make a go out of this blog and keep it more current than I have promised in the past.

To anyone who happens to come by this lonely blog, I wish you all a wonderful Christmas and a very happy and healthy new year!