Break Time Funny Novels & Stories

To avoid a noise complaint from the neighbors, I finally let him in. When the tightly shut door opened, he looked like he must burst into tears from overwhelming relief. He grabbed my hand and urgently said, "Stan, you did an outstanding job over the Thanksgiving holidays. The overtime pay will be transferred to your account right away!" After a pause, he added, "Don't rush to take a break just yet. Our company made a major fool of itself in the competition, so we need you back to restore our reputation." I immediately caught the keyword. "A break? I resigned yesterday. I don’t even work for you anymore—what break are you talking about?"

》》Jason Dutton《《 Jack and I burst into laughter at the epic fail we had just witnessed on the tv. Jack then started choking on popcorn. I gave him one hard slap on the back and his choking was replaced by a scream. Calvin burst into laughter at this as Jack threw cushions at me whileI died laughing. Just then my phone started ringing. "Boo! Don't pick it up!" Jack sulked. "Yeah it's interrupting our afternoon slash night chill session," Calvin added in agreement.

Now Paavak will definitely leave me to have something. "Can we take a break? Like a coffee or some little snacks?", I asked him, hoping that he will agree since I asked for both of us. "We just started working 1&1/2 hours back. We can take a break after some time.", he said to me. He got a call after some time. "OK, I will come there.", he said while speaking in phone.

This place would be my second home while I worked here since I spent almost half the day here. "Just like in any other workplace, you can use your break time to have lunch or take a walk to get some fresh air. As long as it's not during work hours, it's fine. Usually, the employees will also ask for medicine and then return, it's rare for anyone to be infirmed or even never." "I will keep it in mind. Thank you Catlin for accompanying me and thank you for the opportunity." She patted me on the shoulder with a smile, “for the skill you have, you should be working in a pack hospital, you're amazing Cassandra.”

Our brains were half-melted by the time someone suggested ordering food. Takeout arrived just as the sun began to set. The break room lights were dim, the glow from our laptops and phones casting everything in a cozy, firelight tone. For the first time all day, I let myself sit back and breathe. Conversation drifted away from work. Someone told a story about a disastrous family gathering, someone else chimed in with a joke about their ex’s pet raccoon. I found myself laughing before I could stop it, the sound awkward and raw.

It was like music to her ears, spurring her on. For the next hour, Britney kept up a steady stream of jokes, observations, and silly stories. She pointed out a businessman trying to balance a tower of coffee cups, mimicked the expressions of a toddler having a silent tantrum in the corner, and even crafted an impromptu song about their breakfast using salt shakers as percussion. Gradually, the heaviness that had settled over Brandon began to lift. His shoulders relaxed, the lines around his eyes softened, and he found himself joining in Britney's laughter more often than not.

He found it humorous, and laughed, it was at the tip of her tongue to ask him to laugh again. "It doesn't count. A day's break from work isn't a vacation. This is however, what is. You have fun Jade, you're too serious." He withdrew his hand from hers, transferring his phone to the right palm. She watched him for a while as he typed something before she spoke.

he rambled on, blinking rapidly. I giggled at his words. “I mean, I don’t think I can move. You just made my brain explode with my cock,” he muttered in all seriousness, shrugging. I couldn’t help but to start laughing. “This is not funny, woman. I think you’ve broken me!” he declared, causing my giggles to become a full belly laugh. One of the things I loved about Wyatt was his sense of humor. “We better fix you quick because we’re going to be late for breakfast,” I chuckled, trying to catch my breath.

I feigned a smile and waved her off. “No sweat, I’ll Uber.” I was pleasantly surprised to learn that half my colleagues called out for their shifts by the time I made it in. It was painfully slow, and we didn't need the bandwidth anyway. Our busiest times are definitely the weekends so I didn't expect much out of a Wednesday afternoon. During my first break, conveniently given to me after only an hour of work (those bastards), I browsed through my messages. With my stomach turning, I opened Liza’s first.

"What is it?" "It's okay to be in a good mood." I scoffed. "That's what I just said." "Yeah, but you're clearly giving out 'I had a good fuck' vibes." "That's only on you because you have a nasty brain." "I'm just being honest." He smiled. "I want to hear all about it." "We're working." "Well, I'm on a fifteen minute break to refresh. Want to join?" "If you want to rest, let's go out of the office."