Top 22 Janitor Quotes

Just imagine how fast, innovative and excellent your business will be once every single teammate – from the janitor to the executive – begins to see themselves as the CEO of their own area of responsibility.

In some cases, corporations engaged in this activity have as much as 16 percent of their profits generated through the holding of ‘janitor’s insurance.’

Developing a good work ethic is key. Apply yourself at whatever you do, whether you’re a janitor or taking your first summer job, because that work ethic will be reflected in everything you do in life.

I think that people don’t know how to do anything anymore. My father was a janitor. He could take a car apart and put it back together. He could build a house in the back yard. Today, if you ask people what they know, they say, ‘I know how to hire someone.’

I was a janitor when I was 16, cleaning out garbage rooms in Washington, D.C., and they were foul. It gets really hot in D.C. in the summertime, and you then take on the essence of garbage. People would stand away from me on the sidewalk as I came toward them.

With the education I had, all I could do was work as a burro, in whatever I could find: shoeshine boy, janitor, dishwasher, waiter, bartender, cashier, bricklayer, painter.

I’ve earned my living in all sorts of terrible ways – as a janitor, a copy editor, a psychotherapist.

If you put down a list of jobs, doctor, lawyer, janitor, teacher or movie star, everybody would pick the movie star. And why? So you could lie around the pool, drink margaritas and send money to your parents. So that’s what I did.

It started in middle school. Once, a group of girls locked me in the janitor’s closet. Another time, a girl spilled chocolate milk down a dress I made. Girls would try to trip me in the hallway.

About six months after I moved to New York City, I was literally down to my last twenty dollars when a friend of mine from college got me a job at an Upper East side gym. I ran the cafe, and I was the janitor. It was an unfortunate combination of duties, to say the least.

I grew up being that kid backstage doing my math homework and my father made sure I knew from everybody in the cast to the lighting people and to respect everyone in the theater and all the way down to the janitor. It’s a part of my childhood. It’s what I know really.

So I think all comedians are earning their wings into heaven. We’re all going to heaven, but everybody’s not going to get their wings. Some people are just going to be regular angels. Doing cleanup, janitor work. In heaven, I’m going to sit on the couch with Oprah.

I was an infantry Marine, and there are only so many things you can do when you get out of the military that you can apply your job to. Either a janitor or a cop. I tried to do both of those things because what else are you going to do?

I remember my own life as a small boy, son of Jewish immigrants, in a janitor’s flat on Orchard and Stanton streets on the Lower East Side of New York City. My father made pants and doubled as janitor of a tenement – before he made janitoring at $30 a month, plus rooms, a career.

I started out with three creative jobs – painter, janitor and gag writer.

If they had told me I was the janitor and would have to mop up and clean the toilets after the show in order to play, I probably would have done it.

Well, I guess that early 12 string. The first Martin I bought. I bought it around 1957 with money I earned as a janitor assistant. I bought brand new. I still have that.

I turned 30 as a janitor. I was thinking at the time that Hank Williams died when he was 29. All my peers were at least 10 years younger than I was. I felt like an old has-been at the time.

At awards time, The Exorcist was nominated in 11 categories, everybody but the janitor was up for an Oscar. There was no category for what I did.

Individually the poor are not too tempting to thieves, for obvious reasons. Mug a banker and you might score a wallet containing a month’s rent. Mug a janitor and you will be lucky to get away with bus fare to flee the crime scene.

August Wilson is the one writer that writes about men like my father, who had a fifth grade education, who was a janitor at McDonald’s.

I worked as a janitor in Canada for nine months. It’s during that time when I experienced extreme homesickness.