Janitor Mga Nobela at Kwento

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."

She welcomed me with a fake smile, it was her job to fake a smile for everyone. “Hi madam, how can I help you?” She asked as he eyed me. “Umm.. hey… Jasmine, could you tell me the name of the gentleman who is staying in the penthouse in his hotel?” I read her name on her staff card that was dangling on her neck like a bell. This time she looked at me with disgust when I mentioned that man. She saw me coming out of the VIP elevator but then I asked her an absurd question. She was giving me judgy eyes.

Dami smiled,he was really happy to see Johnmoore. "No problem, I won't be able to stay long. My dad sent me on an errand so I used to opportunity to come" Johnmoore said staring at Dami clothes down to his slippers. "I look dirty right?, I.." "No" Johnmoore said abruptly. "I already asked my dad. He told me about a popular bricklayer in our area and has a lot of apprentices. Maybe he can help" "If he hasn't heard the rumour" Dami lowered his head in dismay.

“You got me a janitor job?” “Sanitation specialist,” she corrected. “ohhh you mean a Professional mop commander?” I raised my brows “Sterilisation technician.” “Janitor pro max?” I added. She lost it and laughed so loud she almost fell off the chair. I pointed at her. “You’re enjoying this too much. I sighed “You dragged me to a club last night, now hospital cleaning today. Are you trying to cure me or finish me?” “Both options are results.” “I refuse.” I don't even like the smell of blood.

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.

He had taken only a few steps when a heavy voice stopped him. “Janitor.” Mr Whimper slowed and paused. “Please, could you clean the hallway at the kids’ section?” the voice continued. “There’s been a spill of water from the hallway leading to the principal’s office.” Without turning around, Mr Whimper muttered, “Okay,” his head still lowered. He remained exactly where he was, listening closely until the footsteps faded and the person moved away. Only then did he act, slipping quickly into a nearby room and disappearing from sight.

"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.

Nevertheless, I got to the gate and the security guards were not surprised that I was leaving quickly. "He must have shouted at him. Slave driver," one of the guards whispered to the other but I heard him. "Slave driver," the other concurred. The CSO was compassionate. He looked at me and said, "The king of Westminster needs a janitor. You can go there and try your luck." I was happy with the information but my happiness was truncated when another guard said, "The job is for only ladies." "Oh!" The CSO exclaimed, but I had heard enough. "Thank you for informing me," I appreciated them and walked away.

“And it’s good stuff. It’s lemon Ice. You’ll like it.” I handed her the money. “Sally didn’t like it very much.” “Sally, who?” Carla asked as she shoved the cash into her pocket. She didn’t know or didn’t care that she had helped ruin two lives. After I found the source of the Ice, I had to turn her in to keep her from hurting anyone else. “What’s the janitor’s name, and what does he look like?” I asked. “They call him Rocky,” she said. “He’s got brown hair, and he’s tall and thin. And he always wears those green work pants like old guys wear.”

"Oh come on now. How can a hot, sexy hunk like you be a janitor? You could be better things. I could make one of the guys train you in the IT department. We have high school dropouts who have soft skills. "Thanks but I'm not interested." She stood still staring at me, puzzled." Okay, if that's what you want." She typed something on her computer and then looked back at me. I followed the HR to another office where the janitors were seated. "Everyone, this is our latest addition. His name is Jalen." They all stared at me with ashen faces and openly expressed their distrust and suspicion through their looks. But I didn't care. The