Janitor Novels & Stories

I look over to Zack, "What about school? What about his parents? He can't go back, now." Zack leans back in his chair and shakes his head, "Yeah, we need to figure a few things out," he rubs his palms together, "the good thing is, Gideon has already been assigned as his Watchman. He should be safe for the time being," he straightens up, suddenly serious, "unless he goes to the cemetery." "Who the hell is Gideon? And, why can't I go to the..." Zack clears his throat, "Gideon is one of our best Seraph Warriors and he's also been briefed on you and your family." He answers as Skylar's face drops a little.

“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

Pulling into the driveway. Janiya sits for a while to gather her composure. She felt like her life was a broken mess. A company had finally hired her. Not to work in their office, but to clean it. Sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, and dusting. Scrubbing down breakrooms and sticking her gloved hand in toilets. “Yuk! I hate it!” Yes, Janiya hated this job, but it paid some of the bills, which there was no shortage of. She had been out of work too long not to appreciate having a steady paycheck. Being on the verge of eviction, I decided to become an office cleaner straightforwardly.

In the office, Smith couldn't shake off what he had seen earlier from his head. Still smiling. "I've never seen her smile before, and the way she dances…" he said to himself, then caught himself. "No, man. Come off it," he said. "She's not your class or your status. Be focused. She's just a janitor, nothing more," he said to himself again. To distract himself, he turned to his laptop and began typing, the sound of the keyboard filling the quiet office.

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...

the in-charge greeted Clara sat on the seat and introduced herself, "I am Clara." "Good, so you are here for the Janitor job," Juana questioned Clara responded with a nodded "Tell me, what are the duties of a janitor" Juana questioned Clara hesitated before answering "They clean?" She replied sounding more like she was asking a question than answering. Juana looked at her questioningly and smiled "Have you ever done anything like cleaning washrooms and handling equipment" "I know how to clean a washroom" Clara responded

She laughed. “I’m delivering lunch to my dad. He works here.” Something softened briefly in Davis’s expression. “Lucky man.” She smiles quietly. “He’s a janitor. Third floor. He barely takes breaks unless I show up with food.” As the elevator began to rise, Chelsea’s thoughts drifted—unbidden—to the hospital room she had left barely an hour earlier. To her mother, Susan, pale against white sheets, breathing shallowly as machines hummed around her. To the doctor’s words, careful and expensive. We need to act quickly.

Then, the janitor somnambulated to the gate and greeted. “Good morning, Mr. Angus. Welcome back.” Silas smiled softly and asked. “Where is the General Manager? He has visitors.” The janitor jolted from his sleepwalking when he heard the strange voice. Then he corrected himself. “Good evening, Mr. Jack. The boss is in his room.”

I’m crying because this might be the only child she ever gets to have. I’m crying because I should have protected her. I’m crying because… I hate the man I used to be. Something taps my shoe. I look down, eyes swollen. A mop. Then I look up. It’s an old janitor, probably late sixties. He’s short, hunched, with thick glasses that seem a little too foggy to see properly. His uniform is wrinkled, and his hands tremble slightly as he leans on the stick. “Oh,” I clear my throat and straighten. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be in your way. I’ll—”