The discount mini storage at Wong Chuk Hang is not just a job. It’s an adventure. Picture this: a maze of storage units, each with its own secrets and stories. From forgotten treasures to cherished memories, every day comes with surprises.
The day kicks off early. You walk in, coffee in hand, and already the phone’s ringing off the hook. Mrs. Chan’s calling about her dusty family heirlooms. Last week, she couldn’t find her grandmother’s old teapot. Today, it’s the turn of her ancient photo albums. First task: calm her down, assure her they’re safe and sound.
Then there’s Mr. Lee, a businessman with more boxes than a moving company. Each visit, he’s got new inventory. So you play Tetris with his goods, fitting everything into his unit. It’s like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, only without the picture on the box.
Interacting with clients isn’t always straightforward. Mr. Wong, a vintage car enthusiast, insists on showing you every single detail of his restored 1965 Mustang. You feign interest, nodding along as he talks about carburetors, over wine-stained paperwork. And who could forget the artist who’s constantly setting up and disassembling displays of odd sculptures? One day it’s a stack of porcelain cats, the next it’s a giant paper-mâché bird.
Lunchtime is a breather. Or is it? You eat your sandwich while sorting through overdue payments. You juggle appointments and shift through paperwork. It’s always a bit of a mess. Clients call to negotiate fees or complain about something or other. A quick laugh with your colleague, then back in the saddle.
The afternoon often means a tour. Potential clients want to see the space. You walk them through, answering a million questions. Isn’t it funny how everyone asks if it’s safe? You point out security cameras and swipe-card access. They nod, satisfied, but keep questioning like detectives in a crime drama.