Apparently, replacing Carlos has been an HR nightmare. Since his dismissal, there have been over five different guys who didn't make it past the first day. When I asked Felipe, the other part-time doorman, what happened to so-and-so, he would say with a smile, "Oh, he left."
And, over time, after seeing one doorman after another abandon the job after just one day, I realized that being a doorman in our apartment is a mentally grueling job -- in the sense that it's so NOT mentally challenging that it becomes mentally challenging. I mean, how many people can say they would enjoy sitting by themselves between two narrow cement walls for very long periods of time? A lonely, lighthouse attendant. A self-imposed prison isolation. I couldn't do it and would rather put two giant balloons down my pants and walk up and down the intersection looking like a complete fool.
Anyway, I think we found a keeper. This I deduced from having seen him a whopping three times. AND a guy that wears a suit and tie while mopping the floors means a lot in my book.