May 3, 2004

BE ALL THAT YOU CAN...B:

She's always giving people a lift: ReneƩ Sanchez provides a rare service these days - operating Capitol elevator. (John Hill, May 3, 2004, Sacramento Bee)

When ReneƩ Sanchez got a call from the state personnel office four years ago asking if she'd be interested in a job as an elevator operator, she thought they wanted someone who could work on the wiring.

Or maybe it was a job in a freight elevator with an old-fashioned crank and heavy grates that had to be lifted.

Sanchez never thought of someone who rode elevators to push the buttons because, like most people, she hadn't come across many of those.

But that was what the state wanted.

The once-ubiquitous elevator operators have mostly gone the way of milkmen and gas station attendants.

But they can still be found in a few places: the Space Needle in Seattle. The U.S. Supreme Court.

And the California Capitol.

Despite its fiscal woes, the state believes that it is worthwhile to employ seven elevator operators to keep schoolchildren from scrawling graffiti on the mahogany trim and to help people navigate the confusing corridors of the historic Capitol building.


When he ran for governor of New Jersey, Peter Shapiro used to tell a story about when he was elected County Executive of Essex County. He got on the elevator at the County Building his first day and there was an operator even though it was only a three story building and had automatic doors. Mr. Shapiro asked if it was a full-time job. Of course, it was. He asked: What kind of employee are you? Meaning what was the person's job title, union status, or whatever. The answer?
I'm a B employee.

What's a B employee?

I B here before you B elected.

I B here while you B executive.

And I B here after you gone.

Posted by Orrin Judd at May 3, 2004 2:17 PM
Comments

When we were first married and I was in grad school at UW, my wife was an elevator operator at the Space Needle.

Posted by: pchuck at May 3, 2004 2:32 PM

Please forgive my digression...

When I was in Buenos Aires most elevators have
operators because most of the elevators are vintage Otis 1920's elevators that require an operator.

It's kind of weird when they stop a little short
of the floor and every body has to step up or down
as the case may be.

Combine that with the fact that men and women still dress like its the early 1960's, that place is like being in a time warp.

Posted by: J.H. at May 3, 2004 3:00 PM

Considering that people generally dressed better in the _early_ 1960's (before the advent of hippie "chic"), that's not necessarily such a bad thing.

Posted by: Joe at May 3, 2004 9:10 PM

There are elevator operators all over NYC: the Metropolitan Museum, Syms department store, the 168th Street subway station...

Posted by: David Hill, The Bronx at May 3, 2004 10:27 PM

Joe,

I agree the early sixties was the last gasp
of an aesthetic consensus and proper attire.
It is still detectable in all of the whiter South American countries. I venture that this is not
exactly the same phenomenon as the "fahion consciousness" that one sees in Europe. It seems
more rooted in a kind of overall conservatism.

Posted by: J.H. at May 4, 2004 9:15 AM
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