murkoffjanitor Stupid asshole, trying to tell me how to do my job. Some sort of brown nose to Jeremy Blaire. He was on to Andrew and the rumors floating about around him, and it made it stressful for him to do even his job easily. His shift was technically over, but he lingered around an extra half an hour, waiting for everyone to leave. He always worked late so less people were walking about, and it was more laid back. And of coarse that brown nose wasn't constantly breathing over his shoulder. All the patients were in their cells, or whatever they liked to call them. They were basically shitholes, and it disgusted Andrew. They shit themselves, pissed themselves and there are some people who smeared and ate their own feces. One of the cells needed cleaning now, and no one else was around to grab the Janitor, so Andrew went on a hunt for him. He went down the hallway of all the cells and looked around and saw nobody. For fuck's sake. "Is anyone here who's in charge of cleaning these cells?" Andrew called out.