Funny Questions To Ask Coworkers Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You're so wild at heart, and you can't even behave like a decent human being! "At the very least, return their money, compensate them for emotional distress, and apologize properly. End things peacefully if you want to break up. Why resort to violence?" These coworkers, completely ignorant of the truth, had chosen to believe Karen's one-sided story without question. In their eyes, I was already nailed to the pillar of shame—the unforgivable one at fault. It was honestly so absurd I almost wanted to laugh.

She made my coffee, ordered me lunch, and even helped with my interview preparation, for which I am grateful. "I will miss you," she murmured, passing me the list of possible interview questions and answers I had prepared beforehand. "I will miss you too, Jess, and thank you so much," I told her, and she gave me that cute smile. "Getting used to a new coworker would be hard," she sighed. Just then, a loud group of girls walked in, and immediately my stomach dropped. Five cheerleaders. The same people who had been going around spreading the puck bunny gossip. It wasn't hard to guess when one of them had bothered to change their username on all the blog posts they commented on.

“That's a terrible joke, I almost believed you” My jaw cracked. “I am not joking” Her laughter slowly faded, replaced by borderline horror. “You're serious?” “Entirely” She swallowed, then ran her finger into my hair, slowly and deep to my scalp. Goddd, that felt good. I wanted to close my eyes and bask in it, it was so good I was damm near shivering “No” My ways flared, “No?” “No,” she repeated with a gentle smile. “That would be wrong of us. Coworkers argue all the time, and I don't want to be the reason you fire someone, especially when they did nothing out of the rules; it's only going to upset me”

Claire, one of my coworkers, called out from her desk as I passed by. “Morning,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Looking sharp today.” She remarked with a wink, “Big presentation or just feeling fancy?” “Neither,” I said with a shrug, “Just figured I’d make an effort for once.” “Well, you’re making the rest of us look bad.” She teased, earning a small laugh from me. “Coffee later?” She asked before I sat down at my desk. “Definitely,” I replied, already looking forward to our usual midday catch-up.

I chuckled to myself and got down to work making two margheritas for the boss ladies. Usually the questions were the same, so as soon as I put their drinks in front of them, I started speaking, “Everything looks perfect, no weird people, no weird behavior, everyone so far was polite, I did not break anyone’s arm yet and it all seems peaceful.” At first, they both just looked at me with their eyes wide open and then they simultaneously started laughing, “Oh God. Are we really that awful that you learned the questions just to get rid of us?” Anabelle asked me and a weird kind of fear gripped my heart. No! that was not my intention! They will think I am an ungrateful bitch! What is wrong with m

But I was with other employees in one room and only had one work desk in a row with other employees. "Well, I enjoy my job." Parker then left me. I'm back to work too. "Sir, are you married?" I was surprised when my female coworker greeted me from behind. "Oh, yes. I'm married and have three twins," I answered. "Well, I thought you weren't married yet, sir. But it's already lunchtime. Don't you want to have lunch?" she asked again. "Oh, no, I've brought lunch from home. Go ahead!"

I smiled. “Let’s get this party started!” Someone from the opposite end of the table shouted. “Why don’t we play a game?” Another person shouted. I had almost forgotten Lily and I weren’t alone. Remembering I came to mingle with my coworkers, I leaned forward to give the others my attention. This was my first time out like this, so I wanted to enjoy it. “What do you have in mind?” Lily asked. “What about truth or dare?” Amy asked. “Boring!” A guy responded, but I couldn’t see who it was.

"What do you guys talk about? Did he cook for you? " "Can I have a selfie with him? I will post it on my I*******m. Zed will be really jealous." There are even many impersonal questions like, "What is his length? How good is he at bed? Is he a dirty talker? How many times do you guys make love in a week? Is that really true that you guys are dating? Why don't you make it official?" And the list goes on. I only answered one among hundreds of questions she shot at me continuously. That is about his cooking and our pasta joke. At first,she didn't believe it. She thought I made that story up. Later she laughed like an idiot.

The moment the words left my mouth, I wasn't sure it was the right line of questioning because of course she wasn't happy with me. "I'm well thank you." Her voice was flat and univiting, she didn't ask after my wellbeing in return and I have honestly lost track of how next to make small talk. Is it okay to ask about work? Or Annie-Marie? Did she still love puzzles and Rubik cubes? I just sat down waiting for her to say something next and it just made me wish we could get to the purpose of this meeting quicker. "Where did you guys meet again?" She went directly.

As I stepped out, he asked sternly, "Lily, what are you doing? I'm just giving my coworker a ride. Do you really have to say those things?" I chuckled at his question. "What am I doing? I want to annoy both of you. Seeing your reaction makes me happy!" I thought that was the end of it, but the next morning, my phone was flooded with messages. Confused, I opened Whatsapp to find friends and coworkers texting me: "Lily, is this woman Xavier's coworker, the one that you mentioned?"