This was a follow up to a previous prompt i did for someone. They drew a picture for me as thanks. The picture was so great I opted to write a story about it. As always comments and PMs are welcome.
The Janitors’ Artist
I have been at this job for seven years. Being a janitor is a mixed bag. At the beginning of our shift me and the other janitors sat around playing cards and shooting the shit for hours on end. After that it was mopping the shit, cleaning the moldy messes in the office kitchen, vacuuming the crumbs and questionable stains in the executive offices and emptying trash cans full of god knows what. There were 4 of us who worked the floor at that massive cubicle farm. We would react when they called and then every night after the workers left we would go to town cleaning, polishing and emptying. Our jobs were pretty much what you would expect. Some people respected us, most ignored us, and a few looked down on us. I was the senior member but i was still in my prime. They called me Boss. Under me I had Red who was a little younger than me, Jacobie who was our resident pretty boy who got a few reprimands for flirting with the staff, and Rook… who started this year.
They were all good guys and we did our jobs well. Nightly we’d finish our shift with a beer in the maintenance room and talk some more.