Ministorage in Wong Chuk Hang, is more than just a job. It’s an experience. Imagine a maze-like storage unit, with each one having its own stories and secrets. Every day brings surprises, from forgotten treasures and cherished memories to forgotten treasures – read here?
The day starts early. As you walk into the office with your coffee, the phones start ringing. Mrs. Chan is calling to ask about some dusty family heirlooms. She couldn’t locate her grandmother’s teapot last week. It’s her old photo albums today. The first thing to do is calm her down and reassure her that the photos are safe.
There’s also Mr. Lee, an entrepreneur with more boxes in his home than a moving firm. Every time he visits, he has a new inventory. You play Tetris, fitting all his items into the unit. You’re putting a jigsaw together, but without the picture.
It’s not always easy to interact with clients. Mr. Wong insists that you see every detail of his restored 1965 Mustang. You pretend to be interested, nodding as he discusses carburetors over the wine-stained paper. Who could forget the artist that is constantly putting up and taking down displays of strange sculptures? The next day, it could be a pile of porcelain cats.
Lunch is a time to relax. Or is it really? While you eat, you sort through past due payments. You shift between appointments and paperwork. There’s a constant mess. Calls from clients are often to discuss fees or make complaints. You can have a quick laugh with a colleague and then get back on the horse.
A tour is often part of the afternoon. The space is important to potential clients. You take them around, answering their questions. It’s funny that everyone wants to know if the place is safe. You show them the swipe card access and security cameras. They nod and seem satisfied but continue to question like detectives on a crime show.