Home Makers – Cabin stewards are the unsung heroes of every cruise.

Monday Mantra

I love my cabin steward…I love my cabin steward…I love my cabin steward…

Home Makers

Cabin stewards are the unsung heroes of every cruise.

I have never had a cabin steward who sucked. Ever.

That could be today’s entire Monday Mantra right there if not for those pesky little word counts.

When I decide on a topic for my blog, I mentally shuffle through my cruise experiences and, until today, I’ve been able to come up with something or someone to rib. Not the case with cabin stewards.

My glowing opinion of the cabin steward probably has a lot to do with the fact that these men and women are doing stuff I can relate to. I’ve never captained a ship, conducted pool games, waited tables, worked a bar, or danced on stage, but I have years of personal experience making beds, cleaning, dusting, and doing bathrooms so I know it’s a lot of work and boring as hell.

I also know for a fact that after cleaning my toilet, the very last thing I’d be in the mood to do is twist up a towel so that it looks like a swan or be cheerful and friendly to the people who dump all their purchases on the little couch near the veranda, leave their shoes in the middle of the floor, and scatter their cosmetics all over the vanity.

And how about the cabin steward’s powers of observation? They take note of little things like whether you want ice, when it’s time for another little bottle of shampoo, and when the toilet roll is almost gone. I did have one cabin steward — Phil was his name — who might have been a tad too observant. Two friends and I were sharing a cabin and during one of our frenzied 20-something wardrobe changes, one of us — me — left a bra on the floor. Phil knew who slept in which bed from bringing room service breakfast to us each morning. He also couldn’t miss the fact that Louise was very buxom, Nancy was flat chested, and I was B-cup. So when he correctly placed my bra on my bed, it was a little creepy. But he was still a superb room steward.

So, here’s to the men and women who manage to clean, tidy, scour and dust our cabins in the time it takes us to wolf down our scrambled eggs and toast at the breakfast buffet!

There’s nothing more I can say: I have never had a cabin steward who sucked. Ever.

— Judi Cuervo

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