A few months ago, we opened production offices for Keeper of the Pinstripes, taking over two floors of an older office building in the Garment District.

The listing for the space advertised a full-time doorman, which turned out to be at least technically correct. In the small, ten foot by ten foot lobby, there was a guy sitting at a little podium, all day long.

Strangely, though, he didn’t check IDs, direct visitor traffic, or coordinate freight elevator traffic. Mostly, he didn’t even acknowledge anyone else’s presence. He just stared into space, and slowly worked his way, for hours at a time, through the daily sudoku puzzle in AM New York.

When we first moved into the building, I thought, this guy has possibly the worst job in the entire world.

And now, neck deep in both films, as every problem with either winds up on my desk, I think, I wonder if the guy might be willing to switch with me.