Openthedoor-man

As I write this, I feel like a renter whose lease has run out and he has to move out and on. The good thing about it? There's no “schlepping” involved.

A hard lesson I’ve learned throughout the years as a doorman is that it doesn’t pay to be a pumped up, mega-fit individual.

The extra traffic in the lobby of parents and nannies rushing to and fro means another school year is upon us, and with it, lots of kids going in and out of the building.

One of the unfortunate things about working as a doorman is that it’s a seven-day-a-week job. The doors to a building are opened and closed every day, and someone has to staff those doors every one of those days.

Working as a part-timer, I once entered the porter's room to change into my uniform and get ready for my shift. I removed my wallet, along with other miscellaneous items from my pocket, and put them on a table next to a radio.

Once the cameras stop rolling, the fun part of a film shoot in the city for some actors and actresses is that they can hop in a taxi and go home. By “home” I mean a building in which a doorman—yours truly, for example—works.