On Friday, we’re going to be having a doorman’s strike. Not sure if they had the rally and vote, but it looks as if it will be a definite yes.
I’m going to be a
doorman. Doorwoman. Doorperson.
Pia Savage, a blogger at courtingdestiny.com, worries that, inside, they may be judging her. The writer, who works from home, says that she goes to Starbucks so that the doorman thinks she has “much more of a work life.” Like many other city dwellers, she is signing up for trash and mail duty in the event of a strike. Many buildings are hiring private security guards and issuing IDs to residents.
Never let it be said that I’m not totally willing to embarrass myself for my
We can only let residents in who have their new building ID, and real ID I think. Nobody can move in or out during the duration, or have furniture delivered. Many things that we take for granted won’t be allowed. Don’t even think that we can have work people come in. If groceries or other food is delivered, the resident has to get the food at the door.
Feel sorry for me, I have no idea how to really grocery shop anymore. Too used to take out, and I doubt that every delivery person has a cell, though…It is spring, and unless it’s pouring there’s no excuse not to be out
Household help has to have ID and a key to the front door–or a cell if somebody is home to greet them. Friends have to call when they get to the front door. No deliveries of any kind will be accepted, that includes FedEx, unless the person is at home
My building board and management believes that every unknown person is a potential terrorist. They might believe that some of us are, also. There is one doorman who began about a year after 9/11. Had the weekend night shift. About the fourth week, he said: “May I see some ID, Ms Savage?”
The rest of the doormen are family. Guess that one is the cousin everybody avoids. If I gave the other details I would giveaway the building and I really really can’t do that. Have given way too many hints already though I think my building is typical of its part of the Upper West Side. I live two blocks and and across Broadway from a Starbucks. Same with a Duane Reade, so do most people here.
Though I’m an owner I’m on the doorman’s side. Can’t help it, I adore Fernando, Gus and a third who should have his own sit com. His humor’s physical so I can’t replicate it here.
He was suspended for awhile. When I told my sister and family, my niece cried. She hadn’t seen him in two years, and I guess that’s the best way I can describe my feelings. Though I’m still scared that were I to be murdered…oh, I have just seen too many Law & Orders
I’m psyched about the first day or two. It will be interesting to meet some neighbors as our building is divided into two wings. I’m in the poorer wing.
Courting’s been getting more than its share of publicity lately. Would go for the title of biggest publicity whore, but really it has sought me out. Every other line I could think of sounded a bit too risque. Then I begin to become obsessed with the word whore, its many meanings and implications. It was just too heavy.
Please understand if I’m just posting without commenting this week. Have much other writing to do, and I think that we’ll be having doorman training school.
I’m putting my posts into categories and am proofing them. Once I discovered Google’s spell check life became much easier. As I do have ADHD, organizational problems, and a myriad of other things, that’s way harder than writing for me, and much hated. But….
EW just said that the block quote is “so iconically you.” The Wombat’s finally going to be 20 so Cooper can relax or feel honest or whatever the Empress of Neverlandornot feels like feeling. Let me stop before this becomes a blogfest rather than a blog post.