Okay, so I confessed to selling weed at one point in my life.
What can I say?
I needed and wanted to make some extra cash, I had the resources to obtain the weed, and I was working at a place where I was surrounded by people who had enough money to spend on getting high.
It was pretty much a no-brainer.
After all, the holiday tip bonanza sold to me by the friend who initially got me a job as a part-time doorman hadn’t gone as far as I needed it to.
Back then, I wanted to work on my music, and those holiday bonuses were going to help pay for studio time and equipment. The tips were enough for a little while but eventually those dreams of being the next big rapper took a back seat to raising a family and working for a living.
As time went on, I contemplated a number of other money-making schemes, some more realistic than others:
Does happen: Someone is always in need of assistance, and a doorman can seek out his pocket money by taking on a slew of side jobs like cleaning windows, walking dogs, installations of various kinds, painting, moving furniture, and watering plants.
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Our union also offers classes for any member willing to learn about plumbing, electrician work and refrigeration. Minor jobs involving any of those three can also be performed.
Could happen: With some kind of permission from my union, I wanted to select twelve guys that looked decent enough (would have let my girl and her friends decide on that one) and plaster them on a calendar wearing maybe some white gloves and boxers and nothing else. I was sure it would have made a killing. That idea is still in the air.
Should happen? I have no Ph.D., but do qualify as some kind of therapist. Doormen often sit through hours listening to miscellaneous problems regarding a person’s physical and mental health, relationship problems, and building problems. We give advice to those who may ask questions of us.
As much as there are many times where I would love for someone to just go back to their apartment, there are those moments where one cannot help but get caught up in a resident’s dilemma and try to help out. All I need is for my building to supply the lobby with a nice comfy sofa. I’ll supply the egg timer.
Did happen, could happen again: I can go back to selling weed or any other ingestible a person may want. It’s all about putting yourself out there and getting to know people.
Wish it could happen: There are a lot of lonely women in the city, many in doormen buildings....and don’t doormen sort of fit the bill of what some women looked for in a man? Men in uniform? Check. Well-groomed? Check. Polite and always saying the nicest of things? Check. Gigolo, anyone?
The notion of making money while having a “good time” seemed brilliant when I was young. It would have been a grand business venture indeed.
Needless to say none of these ideas has led to an empire. But I haven't exactly lost my entrepreneurial instincts.
That doorman calendar? Nice.
A doorman tell-all book?