At my last corporate job, one of my favorite co-workers wasn’t actually a “co-worker,” he was one of the janitors. His name was Fidencio, and he was an immigrant from Mexico who was part of the team of custodians that cleaned the building and mopped the floors outside my row of cubicles. Fidencio had a wife and two daughters back in Mexico, and he sent money to them every month.
Most people might think that being a janitor is a lowly, dead-end job, but Fidencio made the most of it. He was always making friends with people at the company, he was always talking with people (he could talk to ANYONE from entry-level staff to senior executives, and everyone knew his name) and was generally just a very outgoing, friendly, positive presence at the office.
Fidencio was always happy to be at work. I always asked him, “Fidencio, how are you doing today?” And he’d say, “I’m awesome!” I talked with Fidencio about all sorts of things, whether it was work or family life or more serious topics; one time, after a friend of mine had committed suicide, I told Fidencio about it while we were walking out to the parking lot after work, and he said, “That’s so sad, you know? Because life is so good!” And I really remember being impressed by that statement. Read More→














