If you haven’t heard, all the NYC doormen are striking. Considering most of my viewership pulls in 250K +, you feel my pain. Those of you who don’t have doormen like to throw stones at our ivory tower. I’m here to tell you, I could care less about the fact I don’t have to have an awkward exchange with people that speak a completely different language. Sure it’s going to suck having to take my own garbage out and deal with the awful odor and puddles of spoiled milk in the elevators because people don’t know how to pour their sh%^ out before throwing it away. Leaky garbage? Who needs it? Not me. Not my garbage, not my problem. But that's not why I am devastated by this strike.

You see, I am an avid online shopper. I know that sounds like a chick thing, but since I have been introduced to the world wide market place, I haven’t been able to stand on line at a store. I’m not buying Jimmy Choo’s so save the gay jokes for another time. Underwear? One click away. Chocolate Cheerios? Hello fresh direct. Wheels for my sweet ass new roller blades? Here’s my credit card and shipping address.

Everyday for me is like my own little Christmas. I figure, it’s the best day of the year, why not make it all 365. So I get to come home, get a package and because I order so much crap, I never know what I’m opening! If you don’t think I shake and examine the package, you’re crazy. Ripping through those boxes is the closest to the ignorant bliss I got as a child. So sure it’s not Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figures, but I have never been so excited to get a pair of tube socks to wear while I’m shredding through central park on the new blades.

So with the doorman strike, nobody will be there to sign for my prized possessions. Now I will have to go to UPS, wait online for an hour, and pick my stuff up. Kind of defeats the purpose for online shopping. Personally, I think they should waive the shipping charges.