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When my parents first immigrated to Canada back in the 80s, they worked late into the nights as janitors in a large office building for the first several years. Sometimes they took me along (they could not afford a babysitter) to help them empty desk trash bins. I didn't know any better that kids aren't supposed to work as I was only 4, but I didn't care since I had access to all the sugar cubes i could get my hands on. my parents would sneak me in as soon as the office was empty to avoid being caught by the manager. Work was never anything more than emptying trash bins for an hour, but i would spend the next few hours watching mom and dad clean EVERYTHING. I think too many people treat janitors as lesser human beings, please don't ever let people make you feel down because of your job title and duties. seeing how hard my parents worked and how far they've come, I always take the time to smile, talk to, or thank janitors. I know that some of us have to start somewhere and it is an honest job and honest wage. Thank you for all your great work. I know it ain't easy.