Break Time Funny Novels & Stories

Bonfim stood up from the chair in front of Flavian to greet me. "Guys, I'm gone for a week and you start slacking off already? Look at this desk, Flavian, what's this mess? Tell me yours is in better shape and you're not here gossiping while work piles up over there, Bonfim." I stared them both down. "Oh, boss lady, it's coffee break time!" Bonfim grumbled. "Right! I know you two, you gossip, Bonfim, like this is a beauty salon." I joked and they laughed.

“I have meetings. Design sketches to finish. PR Job to maintain.” "Sounds like a perfect reason to take a break,” he countered smoothly, already opening the car door on the passenger side. “Two hours. You eat, breathe, and maybe stop biting your lips.” I tried not to laugh but I couldn't help the smile. “Two hours is a lot of time off work, Detroit.” He arched his brow, “But not a lot to read erotic—” “Fine!” my voice raised, eyes shooting him a glare as I felt my cheeks heating up.

“I know that everyone can’t relax when I go, especially Adam. They are terrified that I’ll tell my dad about what they do when they are off the clock. I guess I can’t blame them.” “Adam is anal whether you’re there or not! Now come on, Missy, I won’t have you ducking out. Time to go and have some fun, you’re looking way too seriously lately and it's going to give you wrinkles.” “That sounds a little too much like an order to me Ms. Mathews,” Sam said with a mocking stern tone. “That is because it is Mss. Peters!” “Well then, yes Drill Sergeant!” Sam replied with a salute, she could never say no to Tabby when she insisted on something. That was becoming a serious problem of hers, Sam thought

That man was a workaholic and to hear him say to take a break was the weirdest thing Dave had ever experienced while working in 'West industries' for the last 2 years. "Are you sure sir?" he asked, still unsure of what he had heard. "I am sure Dave now go take a break before I fire you," Jonathan said, in his usual emotionless tone. Dave didn't need to be told twice as he left the office. Jonathan pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he had picked up over years, and let out a sigh. He opened the letter, wondering what he would find in it.

I sighed deeply but my face lit up immediately when my phone screen lit up. FROM THE LOML: I have a fifteen minute break. Are you busy now? I instantly sent a reply to him. TO THE LOML: No, I am free. Have you eaten? He told me he wasn't able to have breakfast because be rushed out of the house today. FROM THE LOML: No, I haven't. I panicked and hastily typed a reply. TO THE LOML: What? You haven't eaten? Do you know what the time is? Why won't you go get food with your fifteen minute break?

Or so I told myself. During my break at work, I sat across from Betty as we shared a small apple pie. Betty’s nonstop chatter was a welcome distraction. She was currently in the middle of a dramatic retelling of her latest dating mishap. She had a way of turning her romantic disasters into hysterical comedy, with wild hand gestures and dramatic expressions that made me laugh, even on days when I didn’t think I could. But even her humour only worked for so long. Just as I took a bite, my phone buzzed, drawing my attention to a message from an unfamiliar number.

We ordered our food and I used the time to observe everyone. “I think we should cut the break time. The get one hour, I think forty minutes are fine to eat and rest.” I said to Miss Kim. “They are going to definitely hate you even more. It’s going to be hell of a drama, Ma’am.” She shook her head while smiling. “Then they can submit their resignation. I want to remove laziness from the DNA of this company.” I said. Our food arrived. I started eating in silence as I was really hungry.

The only time we spend together is the few minutes in the evening, which is like a gift to her, when she takes a break, to talk to her, to watch a TV show. Time flies, it's already July, I've been back for more than half a year, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, people are getting lazier and lazier, and the company's lunch break at noon doesn't seem to be enough, and at the monthly meeting in the afternoon, everyone seems to be in poor spirits. Brenna sat next to me, has yawned several times, at this moment looking at the big screen eyes, almost floating, but still so, the hand is still actively jotting down notes.

It is more comfortable to be with hypocrites than to live in a constant struggle with honesty. People are ungrateful and boring. Relationships are boring. Football is boring. Politics is boring. The job market is boring. Society is boring. The world is boring'. This one I wrote when I met a guy and we used to kiss on break from work. It lasted a few months, until I wanted to switch from chicken coxinha to stroganoff and he didn't want to. Shallow people, you know? Salty sauce, ketchup and mayonnaise And a cup of coffee. It was the rite. Snack break? We ran to the cafeteria at the bus terminal and the attendants already knew what the order would be just by looking at us.

"Uhm..8am" And all Hell break loose. "What the fuck?! 8am??" He looks at his rolex and scolds me some more I should have tell him 3pm. Ella why so stupid?? "That's almost 10 hours ago! Are you not oriented that taking a lunch break is mandatory in this company?" "I know but I am not in a mood to eat because I am restless the whole day." "Its not even a valid excuse. I told you didn't I that if you have a problem don't hesitate to tell me?"