I have had the luxury of living in
many hi-rise buildings as well as managing them, and I quickly learned that who
you have at your entry can make or break you. Your community drive by is
your "Visual" first impression. Your door person is your "Emotional"
first & last impression, and if that first & last impression is not
good, things will decline quickly.
I lived in a beautiful hi-rise just
off of Lake Shore Dr. in Chicago that had the best "Door Staff" I have
ever experienced, one specifically standing out by the name of Debra.
This amazing employee, originally from Ireland, set the bar for the team, and
this team strived to equal her service practices. Here were the things
that I learned from Debra that allowed me to better manage my door teams.
- Own The Entrance - Debra took great pride in
owning the entrance, not just the coming and going of the people, but also
the cleanliness and the appearance. She believed that the entrance
was not limited to the front desk, but also to the driveway as well as the
lobby. Many times I witnessed Debra chasing after a gum wrapper,
locating an empty can in the entrance landscaping, picking up a cigarette
butt from a flower pot or pulling the Windex from beneath her desk to
eliminate finger prints on the entrance door. On her watch, her
entrance was going to be "Spick-n-Span". Once, I actually
witnessed Debra walking to Dominick's (grocery store) and purchasing inpatients
(flowers) to replace the six that had died at her entrance. I couldn't help but think,
"WOW"!
- Manage The Behavior - Debra knew that the front
entrance was the hub of all coming and going and had to run smoothly and expeditiously
at busy times. If a taxi, limo or car pulled through the entrance
circle but remained in the center of the two unmarked lanes, she would
quickly go out and ask them to go through the circle again and pull to the
side so other cars could pass. If she saw people approaching with
their hands full, she was "Johnny-on-the-Spot" to open the large
swing door as opposed to having them maneuver the revolving door.
And yes, there were those few times that I witnessed her calming the late
night resident who had just stumbled in with friends from a great party, asking
them to all quiet down before entering the lobby and resident
hallways. My favorite, was when a pet owner would make the fatal
mistake of allowing their dog to pee (or should I say attempt to pee) near
the entrance. Debra was like "Super Man", leaping over the
desk and through the door in a single bound...there would be no puppy pee
smell at her front door!
- Guard The Resident - No one got past Debra!
I don't know if possibly she was a prison guard in Ireland before coming
to America (certainly not that her upbeat delightful sweet personality
ever reflected that), but she took her job seriously and no one got past
her without checking in. Not once did a friend, pizza delivery boy
or solicitor ever knock on my door prior to having received a call from
Debra requesting approval to let them enter. In fact, even family
members whom visited regularly, who she knew well, would never get past
her without her first calling for approval.
- Man The Desk - The front desk was NEVER WITHOUT
personnel. During lunch, dinner, breaks or bathroom visits - the
front desk was covered by maintenance or office personnel. The desk
was never unmanned for more than a few seconds when she had to run and get
a key or grab a package. However, during those few seconds the doors were
secured and visitors were required to wait, always receiving a sincere
apology for any inconvenience they may have experienced upon her return.
- Go The Extra Mile - Debra fully understood the
concept of customer service, and took it to a "Rock Star"
level. She knew that she was the first service experience upon
entering and the last service experience upon exiting, and you were not
going to go past her without being impressed. Many a morning, I
would leave at 5:30 to get in a limo for the airport. Each morning,
Debra would be there, opening the door, taking my luggage, putting it in
the trunk, closing my door and wishing me safe travels. Upon my
return, all was repeated, but this time with a warm welcome home and a
sincere comment noting that I had been missed.
Oh how I miss Debra and the team
that supported her. Today I live in a beautiful well managed hi-rise but
unfortunately the door staff does not have a Debra to lead and polish them.
Each morning I disembark from the
elevator and receive no greeting from the door staff, exhausted from their
night shift that they are eager to conclude. Oh how I yearn to hear
"Good Morning" in an Irish accent.
Anxious to start my early morning
beach walk I step outside with my morning coffee and am overwhelmed by the
stench of dog urine caused from unmanaged pet owners allowing their dogs to
urinate on the base of the poles supporting the entrance canopy. Oh how I
yearn to see Debra leaping from the desk and redirecting the pet owners to a more
optimum location for their dog to take care of business.
I take note of the four large
decorative entrance pots, one that has existed for many months with merely the
trunk of a once beautiful variegated corn plant that most likely a malicious
teen has beheaded. At the base of the pot, vines are attempting to
survive but have become a temporary resting place for drink containers and
cigarette butts, only to be extracted by the morning cleaning team. I
cannot help but take note of the white car, owned by the door man, sitting in
the entrance fire lane, prepared for the quick get-away once his shift is
complete. Oh how I yearn for Debra's landscaping and entrance management
skills to be imagined where I now live.
I quickly move on, and engage in my
morning walk, knowing upon my return that the morning subcontracted cleaning
team will be working to sterilize the entrance, that there will have been a
shift change, and while Alan might not be Debra, he is the best of the team and
will greet me as I return from my walk, as well as when I leave soon after to
go to work.
Unfortunately, upon my return from
work, will also be the return of the puddles of yellow urine at the base of the
poles, the trash in the pots and the shift change to an unengaged door staff,
of whom will most likely have their car parked in the fire lane. Oh how I
yearn for Debra to take charge!
I can just imagine Debra entering my
building and taking charge of the door staff. 1st - pull back these
curtains so you can see what is going on at your entrance, "Stop being
Helen Keller the Doorman". 2nd - start using the valet door to get
out there and assist or manage the residents and visitors. 3rd - get
yourself a box of rubber gloves and trash bags and make sure your entrance is
spotless at all times. 4th - don't let one person get by you without
greeting them. 5th - no sleeping, eating, newspaper reading or feet up on
the desk at anytime ... you should be working!
Unfortunately, I would probably have
to give up the sunshine of beautiful Florida and return to the snow of Chicago
in order to have my "Door Woman" dreams of Debra again. But
hopefully, this blog will influence managers of hi-rise buildings to recognize
the important role the door staff plays, and to take a closer look at their
"Emotional First and Last Impression" that their door staff imparts.
So in the words of Debra,
"Goodbye, safe travels and I look forward to your reading return".