How I Got Educated
I think that being a janitor is noble. I also believe dishwashing, too, is a noble profession. I've done both now.
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Fiction by Mark Donahue
A couple of months ago I moved to Boston and got a job as a janitor at MIT. You need a Masters to be an MIT janitor. It was good, honest work. My charge was the liberal arts faculty building. I always dumped my dirty mop water in the sink in Dr. Chomsky's office bathroom. But a janitor can't be a janitor forever. Or can he? There is inevitably the call of something greater. I became a janitor to avoid the work-a-day world that swarmed outside my small Cambridge efficiency. MIT paid well. I even got dental benefits. Every Friday afternoon I'd cash my check and walk down to Mystery Train records across the street from Harvard and blow half of it on records.