Janitor Novels & Stories

“Then what can you do? I thought since you can’t do anything right, you should be handed the easiest job.” Brian Grant sat there froze, staring at the man with his mouth open, he wanted to say something but Mr Grant defeated him. “I will request that one of the janitors teaches you. Everyday, one of Alaine’s secretary will go to check what you have done.” “But dad. I am your son-in-law. What will people say when they find out that I am working as a janitor?” Brian Grant asked as he gritted his teeth, he was so furious.

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.’

Not only that, if possible, Zoe avoids rubbing her body against who or what. When the elevator closed, there was a hand that prevented it from closing. Yuna and Zoe were both surprised when they saw it was the janitor. He was carrying the cleaning tools and the long mop. Zoe went to the far corner so that Yuna or anything wouldn’t hit her. Even though she and Yuna are friends, she still doesn’t want to touch the woman. “Sorry, misses. I need to get home. I’ll just go down with you.” The janitor apologizes to them. She did not answer. The janitor even pushed the wheeled carton where the cleaning su

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.

Ethan asked. “Um. I cleaned the bed.” The janitor shrugged. “Did you happen to hear where she was being transferred to?” I asked. The janitor shook his head. “Nah, I was working in another ward when they took her out.” “Oh. Well, thank you anyway,” I said. “Quick question, are you the only janitor for this ward?” Ethan asked. The janitor snorted, “Alpha, I'm the only janitor for this facility.” “That's a big job,” Ethan said.

Coming through it a few seconds later, Adam came to a stop in front of my desk. “I need you to find some files for me, then make some calls to set a meeting for next month.” Handing me a long list of instructions, he walked away. Going down to the files room, I searched for the twenty files that he requested before handing them to him. Going over to my office, I saw a Janitor that was rifling through my things. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “I was just cleaning up miss,” The janitor answered back weirdly. “Is there something wrong with your voice?”

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

I'l make him tofu. ""Thank you again,"" Now they are gone, I'm the only one here except to the janitor whose doing a decent job, cleaning the desk and mopping the floor all over the divert "I need to do my friend's job, she's really useless at some point but in many regards she's my hope.

No one wanted to hire him, not even as a waiter. Fortunately, the club was a place where all kinds of people came together. They didn't care about his past. The private room was loud and boisterous. It was a small gathering of more than a dozen young people. Some were playing cards, and some were singing karaoke. Everyone was having a great time. No one paid any attention to the janitor. Alistair knelt on the floor and started cleaning up the vomit.