Because Janitor San Is Not A Hero Novels & Stories

Mann replied mindlessly as he typed on his computer. Xavier examined his reflection and laughed again. He was dressed in green overalls and was preparing to start working as the janitor in the school Caleb and Jane's kids went to. They may or may not have ambushed the old janitor and rendered him unable to walk for a few more months, but at least everything was going according to plan, and that was what mattered. “Hopefully I don't die from the sight of too many children. They're nothing but little demons in disguise,” he said with a disgusted tone.

Other people's opinions don't matter. I smiled at him. "He's a sanitation worker." He stared at me with a visible shock on his face. I don't know what his problem is. Was it because of Jordan's job? Or because he didn't expect him to be a sanitation worker? Whatever it is, I don't care. I'm happy with Jordan. That's what matters. ***Scott's POV "Do it or I'll cut your salary. You choose."

Santos's voice was soft, sincere, and for a moment it seemed to bleed through the dense haze of anger that came with being around the orangette. The bluenet considered the man at his bedside, the only person he knew of, aside from his ma, to show up so far to see him. They hated each other, yet here he was. Gunner frowned slightly. That was the problem with Santos. He was an odd mix of heroic good guy, too school for cool, and a defiant, scene-stealing know-it-all. Everything about the younger man rifled Gunner's nerves. And yet here he was, all subdued and sincere and sticky and vulnerable in front of Gunner, asking for his divine forgiveness for something that it hadn't even occurred to hi

Just as Johnny wished, they gave him free publications. “At least the girls would know where they belong.” Stanley pointed out. The security guards were pleased with his actions because, they believed that he had known his friends and wish to make a fresh start. Johnny watched the bed burn to ashes, and before they left the scene, he called out to the janitor who requested for the bed and spoke, “Tomorrow, order for a complete bed and give me the bill.” The janitor beamed with joy and appreciated. “I appreciate, Sir. I will do as you said.”

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc

So please, check if there's a spot suitable for someone like me. "I don't ask for much! I can even be a janitor or a guard. I can work for free. I just need a place to stay and some meals. I'd love to live like that for a few years." Tristan's request to become a janitor at the Spring Hall shocked Logan. After all, Tristan was the South King of the Lone Light! Logan knew from observing Dijkstra that people like him should not be taken lightly. Tristan had even more respect than Dijkstra. Logan could tell from just a few moves that Tristan was a legend.

He walked towards me, leaving the other guy standing and waiting for him near the door. "Yes Sir?" I kept my head bowed low. "Why is there no more hand disinfectant in the sink counter? You should always check the day before so it can be refilled." "Noted on that Sir." I wanted to object and say I started only today. However, the moment I managed to lift my head a little, he noticed me immediately. "Ahhh, you are the new janitor! Why did they assign you here? This CR is cleaned by senior housekeepers." "It must be my qualifications Sir." I tried to smile a bit but I guess it came out sarcastic for him. He started to make a fist in his right hand. Ohh, boy...

he said, causing her to almost stop in her tracks, but she didn’t. “She’s just a janitor! She’s from a low class, so even if you insult her, she won’t quit her job because she won’t find another one!” Annelyn said, making her grit her teeth. “She’s my janitress, not yours,” Lush Miguel responded shortly, bringing her great joy. The young man was truly kind, and she was no longer surprised. It was now confirmed. Undoubtedly, he had taken everything because he was a good person.

"Don't worry. We'll definitely inform the chief about your kindness." "It's getting late. We should take our leave." With that, the men took the tea boxes, patted their full bellies, and prepared to depart. Jennifer suppressed her disgust and stood up to see them off politely. "Safe travels, gentlemen." As the overweight men walked out the door, heads held high in arrogance, they ignored the hunched janitor cleaning the floor ahead. Consequently, they collided head-on. The janitor stumbled and fell, causing the men to topple over, cursing and shouting in pain.

I didn't finish school, so I can only be assigned to the lowest job. I burst into tears in front of Mister Wills, explaining how important that job was to me for my mother's maintenance. But he didn't have a heart, he just laughed at me and said it's not his fault if my mother dies. “I don't know your mother, Mister Madrigal, and it's not my fault if she's seriously ill. Me, I am in a good state now. I don't care about anyone else. Especially a lowly janitor like you, and you tell her to die if she can't take the pain anymore. As simple as that. Don't complicate things.”