Dear Valued Resident

This post is going to use the word "value" a lot. I apologize in advance.

There's a sign hanging in my apartment building's elevator. It's a note from the management informing dwellers of upcoming construction. It greets us, "Dear Valued Resident," a term that makes me wonder, "how much am I really worth?"

There's the value of my rent, a particular dollar amount that they consistently receive from me. There's the value of my occupancy, important because without me and the other tenants, they'd have a lifeless vacant building. There's the value of my belongings, the sum total of my material possessions that also reside within this building. There's the value of my life, and as far as insurance goes, there's probably a also a claim value should the structure itself or another resident be responsible for wrongdoing (or worse). Too morbid? Ok, let's return to the word "value".

If I'm valued, does that mean the management company values me? In this sense of the word, do they put me on some list of things about which they care, next to being kind to strangers and buying products made in the USA?

What does value mean to you?