Wong Chuk Hang Ministorage isn’t just another job. This is an adventure. Imagine a maze made up of storage units. Each unit has its own story and secrets. You never know what you’ll find, go here!

The day begins very early. With coffee in hand, you walk in and the phones are already ringing. Mrs. Chan has called to inquire about her dusty heirlooms. She was searching for her grandmother’s old tin teapot. Her ancient photo albums will be the subject of this afternoon’s task. First, you need to calm her. Reassure her of their safety.

Lee is a businessman that has more moving boxes than any moving company. He always has a fresh inventory. Then you have to fit all of his goods into the unit. This is like putting the pieces together of a jigsaw without the box picture.

Working with clients is not always easy. Mr. Wong – a vintage enthusiast – insists on letting you inspect every inch of his restored 1964 Mustang. You pretend to listen, nodding in agreement as he talks carburetors on wine-stained documentation. And who can forget that artist who is always setting up or removing displays of odd sculptures. One day there’s a stacking porcelain cats. The next time, a giant paper mache bird.

Lunch is the perfect time for a little break. Or does it? You eat a sandwich while you look through your overdue bills. You juggle with appointments and shuffling through paperwork. It’s never a tidy job. Clients often call to complain, or to negotiate fees. It’s time to get back into the saddle after a quick giggle with your colleagues.

Oft, an afternoon means a tour. Potential clients are interested in seeing the space. They ask a lot of questions. Isn’t it funny that they all ask if it is safe? You explain that there are security cameras and swipe cards for access. The nod as if satisfied, yet continue to ask questions, just like in a detective drama.