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A white collar worker that deserves to be a blue collar worker

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Can't wear one but Gemini AI has it for me

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[plainwhitej]

Dreaming to be a janitor someday.

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[plainwhitej]

Can't wear one but Gemini AI has it for me

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[ares857]

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[plainwhitej]

I love coveralls with plain white tshirt as undershirt

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Hypnotized Help: Henry

"You sent for me, Master?" the actor's deeply masculine voice asks, rolling a cart of cleaning supplies into the sitting room.

"I just spilled my drink," I answer tersely, "Clean it up."

"Of course, master," the man quickly replies, swiftly grabbing the mop and bending over to wring out the dusty water.

"Wait?" my friend gasps beside me, "Superman is your janitor?"

"Yeah," I chuckle, "At least, the stud who plays him is."

My buddy is easily impressed. He doesn't realize that celebrities are people too, and they are just as easy to manipulate as anybody. That still doesn't stop him from being absolutely starstruck. This guy was my night janitor and he was still practically drooling over him.

"I ran into Mr. Cavill on his way to an interview," I explain, "You went under easily, didn't you, Henry?"

The guy pauses, casting a nervous glance.

"Oh, yes," he affirms, "You had me under in less than a minute, master."

"That's right," I add, "And you remember what you learned, right?"

"Oh yes, master," he reports, grabbing a towel to soak up the puddle of mop water, "I don't want to be idolized by fans all the time. I want a man like you to give me some humility."

"You feeling humbled yet?"

"Definitely," the actor sighs in exasperation, "Master, I've never done such menial work, and I've definitely never worked night shifts."

"Wait, so what all does he make you do?" my friend asks with a look of pity.

"Well, sir, I report here by nine to get started," Henry casts a nervous glance at me, "The master of the house insists on timeliness, so I've made a few excuses to get out of my old commitments. I, of course, arrive dressed and ready to go before coming in through the maintenance entrance. Once I'm here, I get right to work on the nightly cleaning routine."

The janitor finishes sopping up the remaining puddle from the floor. My friend and I can't help but stare while he works on his hands and knees. I doubt Henry realizes how on display his muscle butt is in that cheap jumpsuit. His body is even easier to study since the fabric sticks to his sweaty skin.

Unfortunately, he quickly rises from the floor.

"Is there any other way I can be of service, master?" he asks, waiting by his supplies cart.

"Wait, so you clean this place every night?" my friend jumps in, "That's a lot of work!"

"He likes it," I retort, "and I'm not letting him scrub the floors during the day. And Henry, there is something else. Go ahead and polish my guest's shoes while you're here."

"Yes, master," he responds, immediately fetching a rag and polish before dropping back to the ground.

My buddy flinches as the actor approaches, but he ultimately allows Henry to hold his foot up with a broad hand. The old sneakers have probably never been cleaned, but my janitor is already determined to wipe off all the years of dirt and grime.

"You know, I have a Superman costume I sometimes put him in," I smile nonchalantly.

My friend's eyes open wide.

"Dude," he says slowly, "I need to see the real Superman scrubbing some toilets."

I chuckle at his sudden enthusiasm. My friend is finally starting to loosen up around all my hypnotized celebrities.

While still polishing the shoe, Henry Cavill looks up to meet my friend's longing gaze, "Would you like me to go change, sir?"

"Don't forget the cape," I answer after a long pause of awestruck silence.

"Of course," he rises to his feet, obediently stepping out, "I'll be right back, master."

Me and my guest sip our drinks by the fire, silently anticipating Henry's return. I can tell my friend's cheesiest fantasies are all coming true. Soon, Superman will march back in, and ask to be of service. I'm going to leave it up to my guest to boss the Man of Steel around...

[sub4dominant]

“Cheer up bitch and carry on scrubbing”. 

2 weeks in to its month long punishment of being the company toilet cleaner, the young executive was regretting complaining about the Chief Executives constant groping and intimidation. 

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Little does he know that his humiliating demotion is to be permanent.

[sockstench]

“As a result of such an excellent performance as the company toilet scrubber, we have decided to make this position permanent, effective immediately!

Your wages will be docked accordingly to that of an entry level positions. Once your business suit is irreparably worn out, you will be issued with some preworn coveralls from the companies lost and found.

All personal effects from your desk and wider office space have been disposed of to make room for your replacement. This leads nicely onto your other new duty - company waste operative. If you sift through the garbage bins, you may be able to salvage something from your old office, but the garbage men are due in an hour so you’d better hurry up. Enjoy your new place on the company totem pole, pig!”

[plainwhitej]

CHALKBOARD TO COVERALLS

Mr. Thompson had always been passionate about teaching. For years, he poured his heart and soul into educating young minds, inspiring his students to reach for the stars. But when his teaching contract expired and he couldn't secure another position, his world came crashing down.

Desperate to make ends meet and drowning in mounting debt, Mr. Thompson had no choice but to accept a job as a janitor at the very school where he once stood at the front of the classroom. It was a bitter pill to swallow, trading his lesson plans for a mop and his professional attire for worn coveralls.

The coveralls became his constant companion, a stark reminder of his fall from grace. They chafed against his skin, trapping him in a cycle of humiliation and despair. But as he scrubbed the floors and emptied the trash cans, Mr. Thompson couldn't shake the feeling that maybe this was where he belonged.

One day, as he was cleaning the hallways, a group of students passed by, whispering and giggling amongst themselves. Mr. Thompson overheard snippets of their conversation, words dripping with mockery and disdain.

"Can you believe Mr. Thompson is a janitor now?"

"I heard he couldn't find another teaching job because he was too strict."

"He deserves to be cleaning up after us, not teaching us."

The words cut deeper than any knife, plunging into Mr. Thompson's already wounded pride. Maybe they were right, he thought bitterly. Maybe he did deserve this fate.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Mr. Thompson sank deeper into despair. The weight of his failures hung heavy on his shoulders, dragging him further into the depths of hopelessness.

But the cruelest blow came on the day of the school's annual awards ceremony. As he watched from the sidelines, clad in his tattered coveralls, Mr. Thompson listened as accolades were showered upon his former colleagues - the teachers he once stood beside, now shining examples of success.

Tears stung Mr. Thompson's eyes as he realized that he would never again be counted among them. He was no longer a teacher; he was just a janitor, invisible and forgotten.

And so, with a heavy heart and shattered dreams, Mr. Thompson resigned himself to his fate. The coveralls became his uniform, his prison, his constant reminder of what he had lost.

[plainwhitej]

Bound by Coveralls

Jake, a bright-eyed college student eager to join a fraternity, found himself swept up in an initiation unlike any other. The fraternity brothers handed him a pair of worn coveralls, faded from years of use, and instructed him to apply for a janitorial position at the university for 30 days. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a cruel joke.

"It's all part of the tradition, Jake," they assured him, masking their amusement behind friendly smiles.

Unsuspecting, Jake dove into his new role, diligently scrubbing floors and emptying trash cans. But as the days passed, he started to realize the true nature of his predicament. The fraternity brothers were not interested in his initiation; they were simply enjoying his humiliation.

"What's the matter, Jake? Can't handle a little dirt?" they taunted, laughing amongst themselves.

Despite his growing discomfort and the realization that he was being used, Jake pressed on, determined to prove his worth. But his hopes of completing his initiation were shattered when, on the thirtieth day, the fraternity presented him with a contract.

"What's this?" Jake asked, perplexed as he read the fine print.

"It's just a formality, Jake. Just sign it," they urged, their grins widening.

Trusting his newfound brothers, Jake signed without a second thought. It was only later that he discovered the truth - he had unwittingly agreed to work as a janitor for 30 years, without a single day off.

"You tricked me!" Jake cried out, feeling betrayed and trapped.

But his protests fell on deaf ears. The contract was ironclad, and Jake was left with no choice but to honor it. The university administration, upon seeing the signed contract, enforced its terms without question, leaving Jake no room for negotiation.

From that day forward, the coveralls became Jake's prison. He couldn't take them off, for they symbolized his entrapment and servitude. Each day, as he donned the faded fabric, he felt the weight of his mistake pressing down on him.

Little did Jake know, the fraternity brothers had deep connections within the administration. They had orchestrated the entire scheme, ensuring that Jake would be bound by the contract and forced into a lifetime of servitude.

As he trudged through yet another day of work, Jake's coveralls had become more than just a uniform; they were a symbol of his entrapment. Each thread seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of the mistake that had cost him his freedom.

"I thought you were my friends," he whispered to himself, the weight of his mistake heavy on his shoulders.

Years passed, and Jake watched as his former classmates graduated and moved on with their lives. But for him, there was no escape from the endless halls of the university.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and soon, Jake found himself stuck in a never-ending cycle of scrubbing floors and donning his coveralls.

[plainwhitej]

JANITOR JAMES (PART 3)

As years passed, James found himself entrenched in a nightmare far worse than he could have ever imagined. The once-familiar school halls had become a prison of endless toil and unrelenting despair.

Each day dawned with the same soul-crushing routine: scrubbing floors stained with the remnants of careless students, emptying overflowing trash bins, and enduring the relentless mockery of those he once taught. But it was the betrayal from his former student turned colleague that cut the deepest.

The snake in coveralls, as James had come to call them, reveled in their newfound power, using every opportunity to undermine James's efforts and tarnish what little remained of his reputation. They spread rumors and lies, turning their fellow janitors against James and further isolating him in his misery.

In one particularly harrowing scene, James stumbled upon the snake rifling through his meager belongings, their face twisted into a sneer of contempt. The realization of his former student's treachery struck James like a physical blow, leaving him shaken and vulnerable.

But it was not just the betrayal that tormented James. The relentless wear and tear of his janitorial duties had taken a toll on his body and spirit. His once-proud frame now stooped with fatigue, and the once-bright spark of hope in his eyes had long since dimmed.

Yet, amidst the darkness, there remained a glimmer of defiance within James's heart. He refused to let his circumstances define him, clinging to the faint hope of redemption even as the years slipped away.

In a cruel twist of fate, James and the snake found themselves bound together not only by their shared past but also by their shared future. They would remain janitors in their worn-out coveralls for the rest of their lives, condemned to wander the halls of the school they once ruled, shadows of the men they once were.

Their uniforms, once a symbol of their downfall, now served as a reminder of the price of pride and the consequences of betrayal. And as they toiled side by side, the echoes of their shared past reverberated through the empty corridors, a haunting melody of lost dreams and shattered illusions.

[plainwhitej]

JANITOR JAMES (PART 2)

Life as a janitor proved far more challenging for James than he could have ever imagined. What began as a temporary setback from a lost bet had now become his harsh reality, day in and day out.

Unlike the brief stint during the wager, James now faced the grueling demands of janitorial work with each passing day. The once-familiar halls of the school now felt like a labyrinth of endless tasks and insurmountable obstacles.

Unable to contest his fate due to the student's cunning fraud, James trudged on, resigned to his new role but still harboring a lingering sense of bitterness. Every swipe of the mop and every emptying of the trash reminded him of what he had lost.

Dressed in worn-out coveralls, James no longer bore the air of authority he once exuded in his tailored suits. Instead, he toiled tirelessly, the meager salary of a janitor barely enough to sustain him.

With no time to spare between his relentless duties, James found himself working day and night, sacrificing sleep and leisure for the sake of survival. The luxury of wasting time was a distant memory, replaced by the harsh reality of making ends meet.

To add insult to injury, his former students, once the recipients of his wisdom and guidance, now mocked him openly as he passed by in his janitorial attire. Their laughter echoed in the empty hallways, a painful reminder of his fall from grace.

Gone were the days of formal attire and dignified bearing. James had become a mere shadow of his former self, stripped of his pride and reduced to the role of a nameless janitor.

Among his colleagues, there lurked a particular source of discomfort: his former student turned colleague, a conniving figure whose presence served as a constant reminder of betrayal and deceit. Like a snake in the grass, they slithered through the corridors, their intentions masked behind a facade of false camaraderie.

Despite the hardships and the constant reminders of his downfall, James pressed on, clinging to the hope that one day, he would reclaim his dignity and rise above the circumstances that had befallen him. But for now, he remained trapped in the never-ending cycle of his own making, a janitor by circumstance but still a teacher at heart.