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You didn't have the easiest job in the world.
Of course, you're aware there are many arduous and complex occupations out there in the world. But you think people don't appreciate your line of work as much as they should be—underappreciated, if you'd like to say so yourself.
Dirty school sinks, hallways, lockers, and—goodness, the toilets. You still shiver at the mere thought of cleaning those bathrooms. It's definitely worse than cleaning up the bloo—
Anyways.
You can't complain though. Although the school environment here isn't the best, at least the students here make the day-by-day a little more bearable.
"Hi Misses!"
"Heya, Clem." You give back a wave as a small crowd of students pass by the hall. The girl gives you a bright smile before turning the corner, their chatter lingering for only a few seconds longer before it echoes away into the air.
You return to your mopping, strong arms wiping the floor with great strength and detail—it's not easy getting old stains off of these musty floors. But you know it's worth it: if it means these kids can learn in a cleaner environment, you'd go through as many Scrub Daddies as you needed.
"Well, that's floor one..." You wipe a sweat from your brow, throwing the dirty towel over your shoulder. Picking up the bucket, you begin making your way towards the second floor.
"Might as well do the Men's room first." You adjust your hair under your cap, passing through the busy classrooms as you make your way towards the Men's restroom. You usually like to do them last, but you've recently gotten complaints about a constantly broken sink on the second floor. It had completely slipped your mind to check it the other day.
"Bet it's those scoundrels messing with the faucet again." You grumble under your breath, letting out a tired sigh as you push the doors open and drag your mop bucket behind you.
Thankfully, it didn't seem like anyone was using it right now, so you took the gracious opportunity to work in silence.
You crouch down to check the pipes, clicking your tongue in annoyance as you start reaching for your wrench. Although your job wasn't the most desirable in the world, you had to admit, you were pretty good at your job.
Maybe...a little too good.
Your ears perk. Before you know it, you've got your wrench pointed towards someone's neck, its dull edges dangerously close to their Adam's apple. The person before you doesn't fall back, however, and simply looks down on you with the quirk of a quizzical brow.
