Funny Questions To Ask Coworkers Novels & Stories

Susan chimed in. “We should be asking you that!” Bianca grinned. “You’re the one who got a new job. So, tell us—how was your first day at work? Any cute guys?” I shook my head, laughing. “That’s all you ever care about.” “What else are we supposed to ask? You want us to ask about spreadsheets and boring reports?” Bianca scoffed. “I’m in for the cock or nothing else, baby girl.” “Oh, God, please save me from these people,” I fake-cried dramatically.

he promised me with a pout. "Is that Tom you were talking to earlier?" He turned to me and frowned. "Did you hear what we talked about?" he asked. "No, I'm not in the habit of being curious, you'll make me Anne," I promised her with a laugh. "Tangeks, but it's true, your co-worker also has a sense of humor. He knows all the issues in the company," he assured me shaking his head. "By the way, are you going to wear something for later?" he asked me.

He started, taking a sip from the cup of coffee in his hand. "That is correct." I responded. "And how'd you like him?" He asked. "Uh, good? I guess? Glad he's a coworker? That's a really weird question to ask." I responded, silently cursing myself for answering him in a mouthy way, yet again.

Jasmine asked innocently. "It’s not that..." "Then answer us. Who are they?" I sighed heavily, realizing there was no way out of this. "Why do you two even care about something so unimportant?" After a brief pause, I added, "Fine. They’re my colleagues at work." It wasn’t good to lie to them, but I couldn’t think of a better way to shut this conversation down. But instead of dropping the topic, they exchanged knowing looks and eyed me suspiciously. "Colleagues?" They suddenly burst into laughter.

“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.”

I wonder what Noreen told everyone at Freeway Robotics? At the prospect of meeting these people later, my spunk seemed to desert me. Awkwardly, I smiled without any intention of giving light to her questions, but before I could do that, someone butted in, chiding my co-worker’s nosiness. “It’s rude to ask people about their issues, Amy, especially if the sole intent is to gossip.” I winced. That’s the problem with small companies. News travels fast and people think you owe them an update of your life when it was none of their business.

"I suppose we can play a truth game. Ask me anything, but be kind!" Excitement filled the air as the staff members eagerly prepared their questions. One by one, they took turns, asking Lisa about her experiences and emotions. The male staff members, in particular, couldn't resist the temptation to inquire if they were the ones she had harbored feelings for. Laughter filled the air as Lisa chuckled, playfully evading their guesses. Then, a more probing question emerged from the group. "Have you ever expressed your feelings to the person you liked at work?" one of them inquired, their eyes sparkling with curiosity.

A slick voice asked. I looked up, excited, then frowned for drama. “What happened to being just coworkers?” Adrian grinned toothily. “This is what coworkers do, William. Now open your doors and spare me the cost of transportation. We talked all the way as I drove, laughing at how funny it must have looked to the entire office when I had no idea what was going on. “We like keeping you in the dark about things like this. It’s fun. We actually like keeping you in the dark about everything. There’s a certain look you get when you’re confused, William, it’s simply to die for.”

Which was why for the past five hours I had escaped my co workers even if at some point we all had to work together to conquer the rock building exercise and the tag on a rope game. I had been so caught in watching Kade delegate some stuff to the team to catch the band of angry gossips walking towards me. “Don’t you dare run, Cassandra or I’ll chase you myself and put you down”, Linet warned. I sighed turning to my coworkers with a wan smile. “H-Hey guys” “You’ve been avoiding us”, Ralph accused. “I’ve had a lot of work these past few—” “Are you sleeping with the boss?” The question slapped me. Might as well have knocked me off my feet while we were at it.

"How long have you worked for the company?" "A year and a half," I responded. "And what do you think about the company?" he asked. I still maintained my smile. "It's pretty good. My coworkers are easy to get along with, the benefits are great, and the boss is pretty generous with salaries." Zack looked up at me and suddenly smiled. "Are you sitting for an interview, Ms. Atlas?" I said nothing. Without waiting for a response, he added, "Then, what do you think of me as a person?"