“I don’t see what the big deal is, Dad,” Andrew argued. “It’s not like she’s some important person! She’s paid to serve us, and she wasn’t doing her job well!” “How she does her job is none of your concern, Andrew. Just because you’re wealthy doesn’t give you the right to mistreat others,” Steven retorted, crossing his arms. “And son, you’re nothing without my wealth and support! You need to face reality.” “What do you mean by that?!”
“You’re not going back to the boarding school. You’ll attend public school and work to earn a living during the breaks.” “Work? Are you kidding?” Andrew was shocked. “No, I’m not kidding. You’ll work as a janitor in my cleaning services company!” “A JANITOR? No way, Dad. I can’t do that!” Andrew protested. “You don’t have a choice. I’m revoking all your privileges – bank cards, laptop, car, phone, and even your branded clothes. You’ll wear simple clothes and earn your keep,” Steven declared firmly. “I should’ve spent more time teaching you manners instead of just focusing on making money after your mother passed away,” Steven continued. “It’s time you learned how tough it is to survive in the world. It’s now or never. You must stop looking down on others and learn to respect people.”
“But Dad, why a janitor? My friends will laugh at me,” Andrew protested, distressed. “This is the consequence of your actions, Andrew. You need to learn respect,” Steven replied firmly. “And if you quit the job, you’ll lose all your privileges!”
Defeated, Andrew started his job at the airport the next day, embarrassed to be a janitor for his dad’s cleaning company. He struggled with even the basic tasks and wasn’t even familiar with how to hold a mop. “How silly! That’s not how you hold a mopstick,” laughed his supervisor, an older woman. “Stop laughing! I’m not used to this,” Andrew snapped. “And do your job, or I’ll get you fired!” “You won’t,” the woman retorted. “I know your dad well. He wants me to set you straight. Now, get to work! These floors aren’t going to mop themselves!”
Andrew sighed and started mopping clumsily and slowly. “Even sloths are faster. Pick up the pace; there’s a lot to do!” the woman instructed. Andrew grumbled and cursed as he swept and mopped the lounge. His hip ached, and he was exhausted from lifting heavy buckets of water. With the older woman constantly watching him, he couldn’t even take a break.