The janitor

An "as-told-to." You might never have noticed, but maybe you should. Also, 7 other things worth your time.

What do you think about the “as-told-to” stories we’ve been publishing recently?

I’m hearing some good feedback. And, I’m also getting some amazing leads and hearing some very interesting stories. (If you have an idea for one, reply and let me know about it.)

Today’s is by Faith McKinney, who worked as a janitor for the U.S. Post Office for two decades.

I’ll let her explain what else she does. (The selfies are a clue.)

Here’s what it’s like to have her job, and why—and also, to aspire to something else.

By Faith McKinney (as told to Bill Murphy Jr.)

I was born in 1966, in Indianapolis, Indiana, the heart of almost nowhere. I started out as a Post Office clerk in 1989. I was a single mom then, and my daughter has special needs, so I wanted to work days for childcare reasons.

Even now, my daughter is 32, and she’s at the functional level of a six-month-old. Constant care. I still have to change diapers. I still have to do everything for her. Dress her, feed her.

But it takes like 20 years as …