Diapered At Work Novels & Stories

I was exhausted to the core today, because the work wasn't funny and easy at all which I had to endure, since it's just a matter of time before I stop walking here. I left my work place, immediately it was time for closing without cleaning the remaining places because I'm seriously tired and my bed was calling me. All my body aches from too much work, walking from one table to another. I arrived at home safely and rushed into my apartment. The first thing I did is to remove my clothes tossing them one after the other all over the places remaining me with just my bra and pants, which I removed my bra because I don't like sleeping with it. In Fact i don't like wearing bra that much, but have t

Lowering my back I smile brightly at them and say the grandest lie I could think of, "Because you boys were grounded for leaving the house without telling your babysitter, now be good in school, I'll come to pick you right up after work okay?" "Kay!" They answer with enthusiasm and run off to school. I breathe a sigh of relief and head off to work, today feels draining already. "Oof!" My coworker yells as she spills Coffee on my dress because she wasn't looking where she was going during the break. This is one of the many reasons I dislike people texting and eating at the same time. "I'm so sorry," she says as she dabs my dress in tissue. "No, it's not your fault, today's just messed up," I

Camille narrates. After the awkward meeting with the supreme boss of the company, I feel totally embarrassed. It was my first social contact with someone from this place, they were all really cretins, they judged me by the way I dressed, but my work was impeccable, the only thing that interested me was that my mother was well, even if I had to come wrapped in garbage bags to work.

I got to work, and met Tray scolding two female employees who had accidentally managed to smear lipstick on an important piece of paper. “This is really crazy. How in the world did you manage to do this!?” He asked, throwing the paper on them. “Look at that paper. Does it look like it was typed out? No, idiots! It was handwritten! And you smeared lipstick all over it like that? Tell me why you were putting on lipstick at work. Did you come to work to flirt or to look pretty? How do I apologize for this?” He asked, and I waited in front of the elevator, while he raged on.

I looked up. "Pull Sophie's onboarding file too." *** Sophie didn't show up the next day. She called in sick. The doctor's note claimed acute gastroenteritis from an outpatient visit. But when I opened social media, she was livestreaming from her bedroom with a virtual crown floating over her head. [Exposing Workplace Abuse] "Guys, ever since I told the truth, the company's been targeting me. I'm honestly scared to even go to work today." No makeup. Thin white T-shirt.

"Your Honor, I have evidence to address each of the three charges the plaintiff has raised." "Please proceed." I kept my composure. "Starting with the first charge, abandonment of duties. That term refers to an employee leaving their post without authorization and failing to perform their work. But during my time at Nexus Corp, I worked ten-hour days on a regular basis, well beyond the standard requirement. "Does that sound like someone who abandoned their duties? I have records for every task I completed, and the timestamps speak for themselves." Vivian couldn't contain herself. "She spent her work hours in the bathroom slacking off!"

A glare from her was enough to show her displeasure, so I just resorted to snorting. “Mine was just so so..” I shrugged, throwing my towel into the laundry basket They kept asking several questions, mentioning how I was lucky to work in a company because I can clock out early and also do some makeup while going to work. I kept giggling at their cute complaints before I finally fell asleep on the call. **** The next day at work, I was determined to keep a straight face and stand by the professionalism he requested, so I did everything expected of me without sparing him a glance.

She didn't want to mess up the job; she needed every penny she earned. Sophia and her mother worked at the restaurant - her mother was a cook, and Sophia worked as a waitress. They both earned their income working alongside each other until her mother fell sick, and they barely had money to buy her medication. The initial treatment had cost them the mortgage on their house, and the deadline to pay up was fast approaching. Sophia could feel migraines hitting her regularly. The restaurant's money only provided them with enough to eat, and the restaurant refused to pay any compensation fee, claiming that she hadn't contracted tuberculosis from the workplace. It was not a work-related illness, s

Then I pointed at the blue employee badge hanging on the wall, my voice trembling. “You gave him my job too? “So this is what you meant when you said he didn’t have a job? “Claire, how much have you lied to me about?” For that job, I had kept working remotely even while I was in the hospital recovering from surgery. The moment I was discharged, I went straight back to work. I took care of Daisy while handling my job at the same time. I had practically worked myself to death to rise from an entry-level position to associate director.