WORK STUFF
We Were Janitors for a Summer, Dammit!
Me and my friend Todd
“Look around, you’re in a giant fish bowl,” said the head janitor. My friend and I, standing there outside in cutoff jeans and sweaty T-shirts, looked up at the school building. I imagined G-men in dark suits staring down upon us from the large classroom windows. But no. There was nobody up there.
“Yeah,” we both said sheepishly.
We’d better get back to work, anyway, I thought. Let’s get this guy off our ass. So back into the classroom we went, the head janitor shuffling along in the other direction of who knows where.
“What was that guy talkin’ about?” I later asked my friend.
“I don’t know, man,” he said, and accidentally jammed himself in the foot with his gum scraper. “Shit!”
“You shouldn’t be squatting down at that angle,” I said. “That gum is pretty hard and you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Shit!” He accidentally jabbed himself again, this time in the ankle.
I grabbed my broom and laid it down beside me. Then, with my hand tool, I began picking at the gum that was stuck to the floor as my friend prepped the floor buffer behind me.
