Happy Easter!
A resident where I work (and one who has a dog I like very much) gave me Godiva chocolate eggs for Easter.
At the building where I work as a concierge, there is a no-tipping policy in place. We are expected to refuse gratuities, the idea being that whatever tasks we perform are all "part of the service." In essence, we're expected to treat everybody equally, and they don't want us being nicer to the more generous residents in the building. It makes sense in a way.
It's pretty common for us to be offered meals, or candy, or sweets. I've always told Ennio, my doorman, that when your residents offer you money, you can't be sure whether they're just doing it because they're grateful for your help or because they think it's expected. But when a resident feeds you, you know they like you. And that's a great feeling.
A resident where I work (and one who has a dog I like very much) gave me Godiva chocolate eggs for Easter.
At the building where I work as a concierge, there is a no-tipping policy in place. We are expected to refuse gratuities, the idea being that whatever tasks we perform are all "part of the service." In essence, we're expected to treat everybody equally, and they don't want us being nicer to the more generous residents in the building. It makes sense in a way.
It's pretty common for us to be offered meals, or candy, or sweets. I've always told Ennio, my doorman, that when your residents offer you money, you can't be sure whether they're just doing it because they're grateful for your help or because they think it's expected. But when a resident feeds you, you know they like you. And that's a great feeling.
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