The New York Times recently did a story in the real estate section about an old family run uniform company from Brooklyn called W.H. Christian & Sons. I’ve seen the company’s delivery trucks around New York (especially in the Financial District) for as long as I have lived in the city and I am always taken with their appearance. It’s a weird thing to say, but I really love the way those trucks are painted. In 2008 I posted about how they are the best looking delivery truck in NYC.
One of my jobs growing up was as a porter at a Ford store in Cleveland. I had a uniform with a name patch from Cintas and I will always remember what a treat it was to go to my locker and see my fresh set of uniforms. The fun of working at a car dealership, and more importantly, the symbolism of working a job with my name on my shirt has never left me. I also worked for my dad doing landscaping/firewood delivery all through high school and some summers during college. Even though I was fired (by my dad) on several occasions (true story; mostly for being 5 minutes late), I learned a lot about working a job that didn’t get done unless you actually did it. Doing that kind of work, if you are tired or hung over (as I often was) you can’t just sit back and let the day go by, you had to do all the work to be done. I also learned what it is like to have a job that depends on the weather, which, like a job with your name on your shirt, is a different way of life. It’s because of those experiences do I respect the guy with his name on his shirt, and by proxy, the uniform company that puts it there.
Photos via The New York Times.