Janitor Novels & Stories

I walked into the elevator, the only way I could get in and out of the Forest corp without being noticed was in the blue and striped white uniform of a cleaner. “Make sure you scrub those places clean, I want them spotless” the head janitor said calmly before assignment of different duties. “Carmen” he called out to me, his voice was low “You get to clean mr Forest’s office, this..this is a sacred job” he said, I gave him a warm smile.

She quickly bent down to pick it up, but right then, a janitor rushed over and started cleaning up the trash. He wore a cap and mask that covered his face fully. His head was lowered. Even so, his movements were controlled and decisive. He also seemed to be worried that Ginnie would dirty her hands and refused to let her get near the trash. “I’m sorry, Sir. We didn’t notice the trash can just now. Let me help you clean it up.” But the janitor only bowed his head even further and kept rejecting Ginnie’s offer by waving his hands. Even though he said nothing, his stance was firm; he would not let her pick up the trash.

“Hold your head high,Anna and be humble. The old woman had said gently. “Even when they try to make you small, Don't think about it “. She went as fast as possible to board the bus to the office. Not long after she was at the office. Her eyes were focused . It was her first day as a cleaner. Her cousin's company. She approached the front desk, greeted the receptionist with a polite smile, and waited to be acknowledged. Moments later,a stern-looking woman in her mid-fifties walked out from a side door . Her face was lined, and her uniform was spotless. “You must be Anna”,She said. “Yes, Ma”, Anna replied , her voice respectful but firm. “I'm MRS Don, the

“Olga, I’ve come to understand the importance of putting my well-being first.” The janitor gave her a friendly smile. “I am pleased to see you changing, Ma’am Livia. I am rooting for your happiness,” the janitress continued. The janitress is the same age as Livia. Olga is one of those people she values. “Olga, I appreciate your help. Kindly consider meeting me at a later time, once you have completed your work. I’ll offer you something, and please dispose of any trash outside my flat. Please ensure that I never lay eyes on it again,” she instructed the janitress.

But in the sink he could still see the red marks from the water that had previously pooled there. “You know what just happened? Very dirty." "Absolutely no idea. Just ask the judge who made all this mess." The janitor clicked his tongue repeatedly, looking annoyed that the red stains on the floor were a bit difficult to remove. “Which judge are you referring to? This building is full of judges." “Of course Judge Hayes. She was in the toilet for a few minutes, making a mess, then left a lot of trash for me to clean up. Look at that pile of tissue trash. Then this water and that mirror, they were all dirty when I came in."

the in-charge greeted Clara sat on the seat and introduced herself, "I am Clara." "Good, so you are here for the Janitor job," Juana questioned Clara responded with a nodded "Tell me, what are the duties of a janitor" Juana questioned Clara hesitated before answering "They clean?" She replied sounding more like she was asking a question than answering. Juana looked at her questioningly and smiled "Have you ever done anything like cleaning washrooms and handling equipment" "I know how to clean a washroom" Clara responded

“Alpha Moonriver, just a quick heads - up to give you.” “What, no high - fives for me?” I teased. Mika rolled her eyes and offered me one with the same hand she’d used for Jade, as if passing it on. “Go ahead, Jade.” Jade grinned. “It’s not a big deal, just that one of the janitorial staff is out sick today. The agency’s sent a temporary replacement. I just know you like to be up to date on how the staff are.” “Of course – they haven’t got a serious illness, I hope?”

The walls were plain white, the floors were industrial tile, and the lighting was harsh and fluorescent I followed the signs until I found a door marked "Janitorial Staff." I knocked. "Come in." I pushed open the door and stepped inside. A woman sat behind a small desk, her face set in a permanent frown. She looked to be in her fifties, with gray-streaked hair pulled back in a tight bun and glasses perched low on her nose she wore a crisp white blouse and a severe expression. "Sophia Clarks?" She didn't look up from her papers. "Yes ma'am." "I'm Margaret. I run the janitorial staff here." She finally looked up her eyes scanning

42028395830509674 – 0203484-8293809823 0950947592 83475289 475 2398475938475293847529348752394857 . . . Murder #3: Unanticipated addition. The janitor saw me fleeing the scene with gasoline bottles. Strangulation via vacuum cleaner chord (janitor) = death. One less number to count. By this stage, I was never going to stop. I was bent on destruction, thirsty to extinguish all the numbers in my hazy, warped world. I was like a hungry predator searching for my prey.

“Give me the cue and I am all set.” “Good, you better not fail this time,” an automated voice snickered, “like all those fools before you.” The janitor spoke with a hoarse voice that was deeply engraved with hatred. “I won’t fail.” He gritted his teeth. Not this time! “Let your action speak louder.” There was a brief silence before the automated voice spoke again. “It’s time.” The call automatically cut off. The janitor pressed a few buttons and knobs on the switch gear panel, his action was stiff but determined as if it was something he had memorized over time. “It’s done,” he hissed as he pressed a red button.