Funny Questions To Ask Coworkers Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?"

I mimicked zipping my mouth shut, winking over at him. "That right there. Don't do that?" I laughed, knowing that I couldn't help it. People without a sense of humor drove me crazy. How can anyone go through life without silly jokes and laughing about it? Give me a break. Luis quickly got out and I followed right behind him. I had a feeling a lot of my co workers would be here tonight and I wasn't exactly ready to meet them under these circumstances. I've had an extremely long weekend with little sleep and I'm sure it was evident.

One lady, Amanda, asked, and I could already interpret that what she actually meant by the question was “ are you sure you're not running mad?” It was written all over her face. “ Don't worry, I'm not mad, I'm totally fine”, I said to her, still making my way across the office complex. “ Is it a family problem?” Another person whom I couldn't remember his name asked. “ No, I'm not depressed, I'm totally fine”, I said, finally making it to the elevator, away from the questions. “ You're still working?” Cole asked as he walked into my office in the evening.

I stared at all of them and cleared my throat. "Does anyone here know the whereabouts of your colleague who suddenly isn't in our midst right now? Did she by any chance mention to any of you that she would be spending the night somewhere?" I asked them, taking notes of their reactions. " What? She isn't home?" One of my staff blurted out a question. I don't know, but somehow, I felt so irritated with her question. Why the heck is she using a question to answer my question? " If she was, I wouldn't be asking about her, would I? Or do you think that I have gone crazy?" My shouted,my voice booming across the living room.