month of thanks, day 9, my staff

Much like my residents, I’ve already come to think of the other workers in the building as my staff. I’m not possessive over them or anything, but this is the first time I’ve been in charge of anyone at work (I was field captain in high school marching band, thankyouverymuch) and I feel super protective of these folks. And I appreciate the hell out of them.

The full time courtesy officer is about a million years old and has been in her position in the building since the dawn of time. That’s not entirely a joke; the building I manage was built in 1923. She knows every single person living in the building and can spot an Airbnb guest from a mile away (neither the City nor the HOA allow short-term rentals). She will spot someone breaking a rule and not skip a beat in her sewing, only to later make a note of it for me when that person is very much gone. She rides in on a banana bike every day and will tell me about the newest movie out in theaters. She’s a bigger movie buff than me but she’s pretty bad about spoilers. She told me she used to be an owner in the building, but when the Board told her she couldn’t be an employee of the HOA and a member of it she sold her condo and bought a house a few blocks away so she could continue to serve the community the best way she knew how. She’s a treasure.

The building technician knows every nook and cranny of this crazy building and all the secrets hidden throughout. He says he doesn’t believe in ghosts, which must be why he can stand to go into some of the small, dark places the building has to offer. He’s always there when you need him, he always has an answer. He knows so much history about the vendors who have been in and out over the years, and remembers how they fucked up and why they aren’t there anymore. He always seems to catch maintenance issues and report them to me before they become potentially catastrophic (which might sounds like a low bar, but I’ll fucking take it in this building). He is my bro.

These two are my go-to bitches. I know I can count on them to help me out and they know I’m there for them. Creating relationships in the workplace can make all the difference between loving and hating your job, and I don’t see any reason to make things more difficult.

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