Janitor Novels & Stories

"Eight, Elena Sinclair Blackwood Grade 5, sixty-eight pounds, grey eyes warm, black ponytail, small pearl studs, blue backpack Target, wooden spoon fifty years in backpack pocket, asks why mommy $50B and daddy $600 and wants answer before 9 AM first bell." Elias sat by window, cardigan blanket, cane resting, tears like first day. "He called at 5 AM again," Elias whispered. "Foreman janitor $600 ten years one day. Said he knows how to build tech parks, shelters, school desks, but doesn't know how to answer daughter when classmates say your daddy is janitor not CEO, your mommy is CEO not mommy." At nine fifteen, elevator chimed. D

" You're going to keep on cleaning this entire house and it's surroundings for three days until I ask you to stop. And on an empty stomach too." "please sir, don't do this. " I watched her skin pale in my grip. " It was an accident." ' "I'm not done yet because that's not all" I smirked. " After the third day, you'll resume work in one of my gas plant. As their janitor."

"Our general manager is very busy, he doesn't usually receive janitors. Janitorial staff? Nina was not satisfied with this way of calling. She hugged the bouquet to her body, not knowing which direction to go. Going up, she didn't know what the consequences would be. If she didn't go up, she wouldn't be able to deliver the bouquet. Couldn't she finish her first day of work? That would be too boring.

Don't be shy. Mr. James: Sam, can you please flicker this dude out of this existence? Mr. Jones:(sticks out his tongue at Mr. James like a kid) "I heard a noise as I was tidying the football pitch, I did think it was a squirrel or something that got into the dumpster", The baffled janitor added as he watched Holt who was trying in vain to dust his clothes from debris he picked up in the dumpster. "I was thrown in here by Buckley", he snorted.

Garrett points to the mess, and I lower my head bashfully. The janitor who, from his name tag, I discover is named "Marty" walks over and throws a rag on top of the coffee, wiping it clean. His motions oddly remind me of my fiasco of a morning with the spilled Moscatto that I tried to clean before my best friends barged into my apartment. I wonder if they're still there, waiting for me to arrive so we can go to Sun Salutations and find our inner peace. God knows I need it right now. As Marty is cleaning, Garrett is silent. He just watches Marty spray a cleaning product on the hardwood floor but refuses to continue our discussion, which makes me nervous. How co