Most of those hotels probably require that their bellboys fit through an elevator door.
You know, other than self-employment, every job I've had, especially the desk-sitting ones, has involved a telephone at my desk, next to a framed picture of Clare Boothe Luce.
Well, as you know, I can't use a telephone; I'm deaf.
Yet somehow I managed to do those jobs--and very well, thank you--without using a telephone.
What's even funnier is there's been cases where I've worked at a place four or five years before it suddenly dawned on others there; "oh yeah, he's deaf, he can't use the telephone."
All it takes is creative problem-solving.
One of my fantasies has always been to own a business where the telephone receptionist is deaf, the file clerks are blind, the legless are the runners, the mentally-retarded are mid-level management, and the mute deal with the walk-in public.
I bet I could make it work.
All it takes is creative problem-solving.