Janitor Novels & Stories

Maybelline. “God bless whatever it is that made Mr Nash change his mind,” Betsy exhaled deeply as she dropped to her seat. She picked up a bottle of water from her table and chunged down all its content. “Girl, this job is what befits me. That Janitorial Department is hell!” She said as she replaced the bottle cap and dropped it in the waste paper basket by her side. I chuckled lightly at her words as I opened my laptop.

Aunt Kelly hands me a sneaker as I hop into my jeans. "Thanks," I get out, rushing to the bathroom. "Okay, he's still there," she calls to me. "it doesn't look like he's moved." I quickly brush my teeth and apply some mascara before yanking up my shirt to swipe on deodorant, and running chapstick over my lips. "Shit! He's gone!" Aunt Kelly whisper-shouts and I realize she's trying to keep it down because Uncle John is most likely sleeping in the other room.

One of them couldn't help but say in a low voice, "That's fine! This kid follows him down there; he'll definitely be..." Another rosehip waiter then curled his lips and said, "You think it's good or not? Maybe after this, that kid can change his life! Wasn't Nathan a janitor back in the day? After being "taught" by Christian in the wolf room, he was immediately promoted to rosehip waiter, now becoming Eric's effective hand. How much money does a janitor make? With that kid's good looks, becoming a rosehip waiter will make a lot of money! "

, I looked away from him as he hesitated to respond. "Your an owner of this company, your supposed to do real work not janitorial staff", he said offending me, but could I really blame him he didn't know about my past, or frankly anything about me. We were both standing at different sides of the table, which just added to the intensity. "Being a janitor is real work, it's definitely real work and those people who are janitors work so hard doing things that you can't even do", his face boiled.

Anthony bowed his head and replied in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "I… I really couldn't find any other jobs… I still need to eat, don't I?" "Alright," I answered with a laugh. That had Anthony's head snapping up, an ember of hope igniting in his gaze. "Really? Kimmy, you still care about what we had—" "Don't misunderstand," I cut him off. "The company needs a janitor to clean the toilets, and I feel that you're perfectly suited for the job. After all, your best skill is to create trash, so having you clean trash now is technically putting that skill to good use."

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.

“They know him as the head of security.” “Eleven years of service,” Julian said bitterly. “Yes.” Arthur looked at Zoe. “And they know Zoe as a housekeeper with foster-care records and no family connections inside the company.” Zoe's chest tightened. “Whose story do you think they'll believe?” Nobody answered. The question did not need an answer. Zoe looked at Julian. “Julian…” Her voice sounded smaller than she wanted. “What are you going to do?” Julian stared at her. For several seconds, he said nothing.

I wasn’t trying to impress anyone today, nor did I care at that particular moment. I walked down to the kitchen and had to keep myself from barfing as I looked at the counter that he was fucking his whore on last night. I grabbed a spray bottle from under the sink labeled bleach water and went to town cleaning every surface in the kitchen. It was the only way I was going to ever eat anything out of that kitchen again. As I was cleaning the last counter I heard a small laugh from behind me. I turned to see his glorious half-naked body standing in the doorway leading to the basement. He was all sweaty and his muscles were glistening in the sunlight coming in from the porch. My knees were alrea

A path for me opened up and everyone saluted me all at once, all of them have these proud and also touched expression on their faces. “All of you, always over did it….you too, Jack?…”. I turned and face the first person that I saw on line, he was an old man named Jack, one of the many janitors of Black House and I know him by name, as he was the only old person that apply for the janitor job here. Because of that he is quite famous and due to his age he became somewhat of a pillar of the community for emotional healing, also he is very good conversationalist, everyone can talk about anything with him.

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...