Janitor Novels & Stories

Geena said, trying so hard not to blush. “And?” Sophia inquired, showing so much interest in the story. “We talked a little and he said he'd love me to see me again. We met again on the same day and I discovered he was a janitor at the office” Geena revealed. “Janitor, you mean a janitor gave you all these butterflies in your belle?” Sophia inquired. “Noooo Soph, you don't have to sound that way, he's still a human being despite being a janitor” Geena assured.

already ended a career. My hands were finally steady as I pulled out my phone to reach out to the one person in that building I still trusted.To: Alvin Hey, I'm out. Can you do me a huge favor? Grab my personal stuff and wipe my desktop. I’ll be at the coffee shop across the street—come meet me when you can get away.I crossed the street, moving through the sidewalk traffic with a purpose that felt foreign and electric. The bells jingled as I entered the café, a sharp contrast to the shouting I’d just left behind. I ordered a black coffee and claimed a small table by the window.From here, the office building looked like a gray monolith. Somewhere in there, a VP was probably still turning pur

"If you're not a student, then what are you? A campus janitor? That's even worse. A janitor pretending to be a senior and trying to take our prize money, huh? You've got some nerve." The moment they heard "janitor", the others covered their noses in disgust and scattered. A guy glanced at his watch.

A NEW LIFE. Giordana. "Hi, Miss Quinton, How are y'all doing today?" The chocolate skinned nurse asked as I trudged into the hospital. Smiling, I waved at the ever-friendly Nurse Marla, who had been a very wonderful help to me since I started working at the hospital. "We're all good but tired," I replied in a weary tone. "Oh, I can see that, I'll come to give you a foot massage later," she chirped to which I smiled in appreciation.

She is like a walking track record for these kinds of shit. "It's the janitor" I trailed. "Oh right, Mr. Cortez, but I thought his name is Jorge?" "Is that his name? Sorry I named him Johnny because he's the janitor, I have no idea about his name." "Jesus Nick you really need to stop with those corny jokes" I know Yhannie would say this. She says this every time I try my best to crack a joke, no matter how dope I drop the joke she still invalidates my capability just because it’s an hour for her to understand the joke.

Only after she turned the corner leading to her room and saw a janitor standing in front, did she snap out of her daze. Janitor? She wondered. Why's there a janitor here? "What are you doing here?" She called out, her voice ringing in the empty hallway. The man seemed startled by her appearance. He flinched, then slowly turned to face her. "I was informed that there was a spill on this floor, so I came to clean it up. But I've handled it now, so I'll excuse myself." Bellatrix frowned, "There was a spill?" She repeated. "Y-yes." The man nodded and his eyes fell to the carpeted floor, as if he was a

asked, shocked at Anabel's nerves. "My name is Anabel; I'm the newly employed janitor." Anabel answered. "Oh! I can see. A new janitor. I didn't remember requesting another slave. I have enough of them here." "Point of correction. We are workers just like you. We are not slaves. Why will you kick the bucket and tell her to wipe it? Is that not intimidation?" "Shut up. I can see you don't have manners. So because I kicked it, I should be the one to clean it. Is that what you mean?"

"I don't mind at all. You're actually doing me a favor by selling me a good couch for cheap." I smile at him, hoping to convey my appreciation. "Thanks, but they really aren't heavy. I'm sure we'll be fine." He nods again. "Okay. Well, if you need anything before you're out, I live downstairs, so let me know." It takes him and his buddy a few minutes to maneuver the coach out the door and down the stairs, almost toppling the microwave off a few times. It actually gives me some much needed comic relief, especially when Geni starts yelling "Pivot!" channeling the sentiments of one of our favorite episodes of Friends. Once the show is over, Geni and I clean up a few last minute messes and pack

I turned and looked. In the small window in my office door, I saw the coarse face of our newest janitor, Neil. He had just begun as a janitor on our floor. He was a large, thoroughly annoying dude. Neil had this annoying tendency where he always insisted on doing the offices when it was at its busiest. Though today, it seemed like he wanted to interrupt my lunch break.

But she shrugged it off, not wanting to spoil their day with his antics. They all got into the lift, and just as the doors were about to close, they were joined by the building’s janitor, Mrs Henderson, who was carrying a mop and a bucket. Alessia greeted her with a smile, ‘Good morning, Mrs Henderson.’ ‘Morning, dear,’ the kind-hearted janitor replied. ‘Off to have some fun, are ya?’ ‘For Milo, yes.’ Alessia smiled. ‘But for the rest of us, it’s work, work and more work. By the way, I apologise for the mess by our door. Someone left some toys and fruits there yesterday.’