Break Time Funny Novels & Stories

Jackson's expression momentarily softened, a trace of sympathy flickering across his face, only to be replaced by even more intense laughter. "You know, kid, I have to hand this to you – you are really funny," Jackson quipped, struggling to catch his breath between his fits of laughter. Continuing his amusement, he remarked, "So funny! I have to break the curse, what? That's just so hilarious," he scoffed, only to abruptly stop laughing.

It could be the effects of the medicine or simply the hot pasta, but he felt much relieved from the gastric pain. Millie so happened to come across a friend's Instagram story on the app. The friend wrote, "The big boss might be on leave, but the assistant who took over was even worse than him!" The said friend was employed at the Greer Group. She asked Winston, "Have you stopped working?" He grunted. "Yeah. I'm taking a break. I'll be back after New Year's." She arched an eyebrow in amusement, finally understanding the length of his proposed agreement. He could afford to focus on her for three months exactly because he wouldn't be at work.

“What? It was lunch break, you’ve worked me to the bone you can at least let me eat, surely?” “Your lunch break is an allocated 45 minutes, you took 51 minutes, that’s 6 minutes I should dock off of your pay,” I stared at him dumbfounded, but he wasn’t joking, he was dead serious. Unbelievable. “6 minutes is hardly-” “If a doctor-”

"I did take breaks every time I went for a pee. And if it hadn't been for you acting a jerk this morning, I might have had the time to take a break." I can't help but chuckle about her answer. "A pee is a break? Serious? Guess I need to bring this across to all my other employees, which would save me a lot of wages. Only they would probably hate me even more than you did this morning." "Hey, I went for four pees, let's say with washing hands that's about five to six minutes per pee, adds up to between twenty and twenty-four minutes. Plus, the time wasted this morning adds up to more than enough for a break."

She defended. "Sure. Now, my employees think I'm obsessed with all things ass." "That's not so bad." "I was anonymously gifted a gay porno CD," he dead panned. A volcanic eruption took place. Beth laughed till her face turned pink from lack of oxygen, and her tear ducts wept. Brandon just stared at her, scoffing off his own smiles. "But-" she started, trying to catch her breath. "That didn't waste your time. You wasted my time today."

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.

The sarcasm that was always in my tone couldn’t be helped. Julia hesitated for a moment before answering, glancing at me. “I’m going to take a break today. I’ve worked hard these last few days, and I think I deserve a bit of rest.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Resting?” A mocking smile playing on my lips. “I thought you were too busy saving the company to stop and smell the roses.” She glanced blankly at me before responding. “I’m just taking a break, everyone needs one.”

The lady of the couple seemed to take a longer glance than one would expect, maybe seeing a bit of Anns tit that was still on display. As soon as they were leaving, Ann laughed and said, "Well they nearly got a good show, I hope they watch the video!" She glanced around quickly and said "OK, let's get on with this before we get interrupted again. Let's fuck baby." She had broken character and they had decided not to edit the funny interruption out.

Bree smiled at her. Maila nodded. Her face was emotionless. She's an old maid, and no one in the department wanted to cross her. She was very strict when it came to work. But Bree knew she was kind, she just wasn't very friendly. She looked at the watch on her wrist. “Get those snacks I had delivered.” She ordered Bree. She turned to her colleagues who were also busy with their tasks. “Let's take a break first. Thirty minutes.” “Yes, Miss Maila. I'll go down.”

“That was... something.” He didn’t even flinch. “Tough crowd,” he muttered under his breath. Tough crowd? Was this a boardroom or open mic night? --- Then came the coffee break. I’d barely made it to the break room when he cornered me with another one of his “brilliant” jokes. “What do you call a sad cup of coffee?” he asked, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. Against my better judgment, I played along. “What?” “A depresso.”