George jumped up as the walkie-talkie on his right hip began admitting a loud and incoherent sound. The words were vague but he was experienced enough to know that the person on the other line was giving him his next assignment. It had been a little over a year now since he started working as an all around handyman for Brightsdale college in his new home town and still he felt a little out of place. He was 21 years old so all the students were around his age. It had lead to some strange looks and judgemental eyes over the last couple of months, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

George Holt didn’t feel ashamed of his job or his current position. He might not have gone to college himself, taking that time to spend 2 years locked up in prison, but nevertheless he really felt needed on campus. The job paid well and after giving Miss Miller, the principal, some puppy-dog eyes, he even got a tiny little house on site all for himself.

George brushed his dark blonde hair out of his eyes and scratched at his scruffy beard. He stood up with a sigh and walked to his golf cart, wich he used to get around campus. He had to duck and tuck in his shoulder to get in the cart, but once sitting down on the worn out leather, the ride wasn’t that bad.

Things were always breaking at Brightsdale, the students that lived there in their dorms would find the most creative ways to destroy their rooms and always called maintenance services to come fix it. George was officially hired as a normal janitor, but since he seemed to be the only one without two left hands, the job of fixing stuff was just left to him. The call he just got was to go the building B, wich was the male student dorms. He felt like he was there everyday, always having to fix a hole punched in the wall, or a clogged toilet. George had tried to explain that if those guys were going to fuck like rabbits, they should stop flushing their condoms down the toilets. Ofcourse, most of them didn’t listen.

Although as George rode on his way to building B, he passed by the A building and thought: things could be alot worse. He smiled and waived at some girls doing a yoga routine outside of their dorms, wich were housed in building A. George always hoped that he could spend all day fixing stuff in there, he found the female students alot more... friendly. While day dreaming a little, George kept going towards his destination.