Many of us living in a doorman building in New York City, often took their service for granted. We got out of the Taxi in bad weather we expect that familiar face rushing out from the door with an umbrella or brave the bad elements in the winter help us catch a taxi. Other times count on them to help us with the grocery, or clean up after our K-9 accidents.
They fetch our dry cleaning; when the valet is close, they took in our mails, arrange access for our guests and handyman for repairs when we are not home. We know our wishes are their comments, never complain, always polite and accommodating.
Even an able body like myself, I can’t imagine live without them, they are my second nature. What will happen to us now?
Reality kicks in when the clock strikes 12 today. This will be my first doorman strike in the city. I do not know what to expect. We came to depend on these unsung heroes for many aspect of our lives, their services are often overlook, and unappreciated. How often did we give them credit on what they do? If my doorman did not reminded to pick up my door pass this morning, I will be left waiting for security check at the front door on my return home this evening.
Doorman never failed to welcome me home with a warm friendly smile, after a long day in the city battlefield, or a energetic good morning, although it is near the end of their over night shift. You can ask them any question, they will always happy to provide you with an answer. What to do if I do not have them to make a suggestion for a quick meal near by? They inform my guests that I maybe unavailable on their unexpected early arrival.
Their request for contract should be consider. Granted if the building can afford the increase. We all have to make a living; for someone their job is to attend to our every need I think they deserve what they asked for. What about you?
On the eve of the doorman strike.
Chance Encounter NYC
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