OK, I admit it. Even though I spend a lot of time thinking about the world of work and the jobs people do, I never thought much about the roles doormen have played in my life -- until last week, of course, when the threat of a doorman strike in New York City brought my neat little world of apartment dwelling to a temporary screeching halt.
As a native New Yorker, I have always lived in apartment buildings; and almost all of them had doormen. I guess I took that for granted and never really thought about the peace of mind having a doorman offers. This week I realized that the only time I was ever the victim of a crime was when I lived in a non-doorman building in the 80s and was mugged right in the lobby. That fact alone should be enough to get me to appreciate my doorman for a long, long time.