Janitor Novels & Stories

"I'm applying for the janitor position." Jian Tong's rough voice solemnly filled the small office and successfully halted the woman's steps. The woman paused, turned around, and with raised eyebrows, looked her up and down again, now suspicious, "It's rare to see someone in their twenties willing to stoop to being a janitor and endure hardship."

I jumped in shock when I saw a janitor standing by the front door as if waiting for me to come out. He immediately bowed his head. “Sorry, Miss Monroe. I thought no one’s inside.” I just nodded at him before I washed my hands on the sink. I kept on glancing at him from the mirror because I felt like his stares were creepy. I think he’s just the same age as Pierce. He wasn’t smiling and his eyes were blank, something that made him even creepy. I faced him after I washed my hands. “You’re new here?” He nodded. “Yes. I started just last week.”

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.

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.”

He had a dirty blue jacket wrapped around his waist that did nothing to hide his confidence. We watched him approach us with a cute smile. He was indeed a fine gentleman, as my uncle said, especially when it was sunny. He bowed to Lord Ralph's brother, who sized him up. "And who are you?" Lord Colbert asked. "My name is Bryce; I am the janitor around here. More of a technician." "Shouldn't you be repairing a car or something?" "Actually, I promised to see my girlfriend during my break," Bryce replied, gesturing toward me.

His face was deeply lined with age, but his eyes were unmistakable. My breath caught in my throat. “You.” He didn't flinch or try to run. He just stood there, watching me with a quiet, heavy resignation. The janitor from Biotech Vance. The quiet man I had seen sweeping corridors, fixing broken locks, and emptying trash bins. The face I had looked right through a thousand times because he was designed to be invisible. My fingers clenched around the photograph buried in my bag. “You've been maintaining this place.” He didn't offer a denial.

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.

No mom, find another way; it can’t be me anymore. I tucked my phone back into my purse; even if she responds, I don’t want to hear it. I walked back to my office and finished out the day. I stayed an extra two hours in the office writing. The janitor came by and asked if everything was okay and that he needed to lock up the building soon. “Sorry, I got started working and lost track of time.” The janitor’s name was Nick; in times when Sam or I couldn’t afford things like paper towels, he gave us a couple of rolls from the school. He also gave us toilet paper and soap on occasion. Nick was probably in his mid to late 50s, when yo

He stood and watched subtly as she seemed to be making a call. "Sorry, Mrs. Bayer. The adjacent elevator is still under maintenance. Can I... take this one?" the janitor asked, dragging his heavy cart while pulling his hat down to obscure part of his face. Lavínia examined him quickly, as if trying to recognize something familiar, but nodded indifferently. "Of course, step in."

“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.