Janitor Novels & Stories

But this…this is a whisper. It starts small. A new face by the elevator—wearing a maintenance uniform that hangs too loose. Alexander clocks him in an instant. The man is too rigid. He has the wrong posture. But when he asks the front desk about new hires, they say everything is clear. A new janitorial contractor has started. Routine rotation. He nods. Still, something seems wrong. Then come the deliveries.

"What is Julian's job?" Jenna asked as she thought for a brief moment. However, she wasn't able to recall anything about Julian. "Oh, she's responsible for washing Grandma's clothes and serving her meals. Besides, she'll help Meroy serve light refreshments sometimes, and she's also in charge of the cleanliness of Grandma's bedroom. Grandma didn't like many people going in and out of her room, but Julian was handpicked by her long ago since she was deft and efficient in work. Meroy would be with Grandma most of the time but there will be times when she's unavailable too. When she's resting, for instance. Julian will stand in for her when those times come, that's why people don't normally come

Then, Stanley spoke, “Let's ask questions.” “Who do we ask?” “Let's nose around. We may find out something.” Stanley parked and they got off. They walked for twenty meters and were halted by familiar voices. “Good evening, Sirs.” Finley, the janitor that Johnny gifted with a set of beds, greeted. “Good evening. What is your name again, Finley or Terry?” “I'm Finley.” “That's good, Finley. Where are you going with the trash?” “I want to dispose of them.”

The woman in the lab coat backed off, her hands clamped over her ears. “Warning! Human emotions detected!” she cried. “Cleaning is failing! Security, help me in Room 402!” The air tore open. Three figures stepped through—like the Specialist, but clad in black armor, carrying poles buzzing with blue electricity. “The Janitors,” June whispered. The Janitors stayed silent. They moved fast. One swung his pole at June. She dove; blue energy grazed her head. The air smelled burned. “Dante, look out!” The second Janitor grabbed Dante's neck and flung him across the floor. Dante slid twenty feet, hitting

, Michelle ordered to the janitor. At the point when the janitor heard that his eyes enlarged with dread and regret, he joined his hands and began asking, " Please, forgive me, I am so sorry. Try not to fire me, If I am terminated, where I will go, I had no place to go let alone to feed myself. I beg you, show kindness toward this elderly person " He asked. Alex sneered, put his left foot forward, and tapped it on the ground, "my shoes become grimy, now I want somebody to clean it up ", Alex said with a malicious grin put all over him.

, 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.

Most quiver in fear, while the rest steps out of my way in a haste. I hate being in the same space with some of these low class staffs, their mere presence irks me. Left for me I'd have fired their sorry ass, but dad always gets in my way. They always tiptoed around me but you'd think some of them would learn but no. “S– sorry, Ms. Wilson. I didn't see you coming,” the damn janitor stammers, eyes pleading, after practically bumping into me, polluting my air with that awful smell.

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.

Scanning the vast room, my eyes fell upon a mop hidden in the corner, alongside a bucket, an idea hit me. The janitor's duty is to cleanse, even without a designated task. Rather than idling away, I rose from my seat and grasped the mop handle, assuming my role without a specific destination in mind. I could only pray and hope that I wouldn't lose my way in this vast company.

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."