I have no phone, but I have a really old laptop. Nowadays, you can do nothing without the internet, like managing a bank account, paying bills, etc.
WLAN was everywhere, and it was free of any costs.
When you turn eighteen, you receive a laptop and get an apartment in some Omega apartment complex, as well as a job.
As if they mocked us, for what do you need a phone? Who do you want to call? So yeah.
When I arrived at the restroom, I stepped onto a wet floor. Water constantly purred out from one of the cabin toilets. Sighing, I got my plunger and got to work.
If this job were nice, there would be no need for an Omega like me to do it. When I turned eighteen, I regularly lost it, which ended with me being fired.
First too proud and unwilling, later hungry and homeless, my perspective changed somewhat. Or it was just my fighting spirit ground down to whatever I currently am.
A few boys had apparently flushed rolls of toilet paper down, don't ask me how they did it. It was something like a little joke on their side, with the staff doing the work.
After cleaning up and washing my hands, my shoes were wet, so I changed into my backup pair that was provided with the job and was on my Janitor cart. I propped myself against the cart and marched to the staff elevator. I read online that there were schools where Omegas couldn't even use any kind of elevator, so my school was not the worst workplace.
I didn't know what would welcome me in the destroyed classroom.
When I entered, a wave of alpha pheromones hit me. It smelled so disgusting that I nearly retched. As if walking on clouds, I noticed that the tables and seats were all in ruins.
Newly awakened werewolves, but most of all Alphas, couldn't really control themselves. After getting diagnosed, they would enter a training facility that provided every amenity you could think of. Few refuse and go to school without training, and what would then happen was exactly this.
Luckily, I was free from having my period—which, with the half-sex body, would mean bleeding out of my ass—because I cut my glands. And, instead of getting all fuzzy over Alpha pheromones and spreading my legs, I would find it disgusting.
Nobody knows that I cut my glands, and the damn Beta-Bitch should know how an Omega would react, nevertheless, she still sent me here.
If I threw myself on an Alpha student, getting fired would be the best outcome, I could get killed as well.
This says everything about her character.
I started to stack the destroyed stools and tables. We are weak, that is true, but it was mostly in contrast to Alphas and Betas, the former having superior strength, and the latter a bit more than normal strength. The guy yesterday, only just differentiated, and had not turned as petite as he would become, because of that, it was not as easy carrying him.
One-seat tables were possible when I gave it nearly my all. After stapling a good load, I took the foldable stacking cart from my janitor cart, and lifted with it the few tables. I brought them to the cellar where the destroyed furniture was to be placed.
Then I brought down the seats I stacked, then I stacked again some of the furniture and brought it down again.
It took me half a day, but so be it. I had opened the windows, and the disgusting Alpha-smell was soon better to cope with.
I was really hyped up when thinking about standing before the Beta-Cow and showing myself unharmed. There was no way she would even think of me cutting my glands or anything, so she would only be left disgruntled, and it were such moments I lived for, more or less.
Patting my own shoulder in my mind, I again and again confirmed that the monstrous pain I had gone through regarding what I had done to myself was worth it. Even the stutter I received was a thousand times better than a life controlled by something like a smell.
I came back to the teacher's office, where I told her that I was finished. She looked me up and down, and snorted. Ha.
"Have you brought new desks and chairs to the classroom?" She asked.
"N-no." I said. Just peeving her without giving her the chance to look down on me would lead to her being more determined to fuck me up.
"Then where are you finished? Should the students sit on the floor? Go and do your job." She cursed a few times, and I let her, going to the storage area and getting the things the same way up as I brought them down.
When I came back to my little janitor room, I found my food had already been placed there.
Normally Omegas were allowed to eat lunch with the other stuff, as far as I know at least, but it was like this since the beginning, so I took it as a hint to eat alone.
I was only taking a fork to stab in the undefined black thing to eat when the door opened before it directly closed again, an addition added to me and the dark room.