Funny Questions To Ask Coworkers Novels & Stories

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.

We can continue to be coworkers again! Upon hearing the words, a female coworker spoke in a cold, conspiratorial tone, 'It's almost a catastrophe, and you're still in the mood to laugh out loud, really admirable.' Neris and I looked over in confusion to see two coworkers from the same department standing at the back workstations, looking at us with good humor. Nalise snorted. 'Miriam can return to work at the newspaper? And those with poor business skills will start causing problems again?'

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.

"Honey, one more time…" Late into the night, I lay sprawled across the couch, breathless and glaring playfully at my husband, Kylan Beck. Kylan, looking exhausted, held up his hands in surrender. "Darling, if you work me to death in one night, what are you going to do later?" I pouted. "I don't care! I've been away on a business trip for days. You need to make up for it. If you really break, I'll just find a new one!"

I could do with having a little bit of fun. “Earth to Claire,” my coworker Luke says, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Did you hear what I said?” “Sorry,” I say, folding my arms and leaning against the counter. “I have a lot on my mind at the moment. What was that?” “I asked if you were coming to the festival.” I can’t help but groan. “I don’t know. Haven’t decided yet.” “You know I’ll always tell you to go,” he says with a wide, lazy smile. “I mean, all you do is work. You need to relax every once in a while.”

"I'm just thinking why your colleague would ask you something like that. You don't look like you have so much wisdom to be asked that kind of question," She smirked at me, and I sighed unbelievably. "I'm running late for work. Can you answer me, bitch?" "Personal feelings shouldn't be mixed with work, so there's no need for your colleague's friend to feel awkward. It's ok to turn anybody down," She shrugged, and I sighed. "You think it's fine for her to go to work?" I was starting to sound suspicious, but I could not help myself.

"No day is routine, there's always something different about every shift." "What do you do when you're bored?" The question catches me off guard and I want to clarify what she's asking. "When I'm at work or when I'm at home?" "Either. We don't know a whole lot about each other except what we have in common with Trevor and what we look like with our clothes off."

“We should definitely fix that.” I tossed a piece of popcorn into my mouth and shrugged. “What do you have in mind?” "I get to ask you basic questions people would expect me to know" he said "Alright, shoot!" I said adjusting into the seat “What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re not working?” “That’s easy, reading or binge-watching movies,” I answered without hesitation. “Nerd,” he teased, nudging my arm. “Your turn. Ask me anything.” I thought for a moment, trying to come up with a lighthearted question, but instead, something heavier slipped out before I could stop it. “Why did you choose me?”

And that's the same case with my co-workers too. I would bet my whole life that they won't believe me if I told them I had a long, decent conversation with Shawn that has nothing to do with work. They might even laugh at me and think that I was joking or that I was only making up a story. "You don't mind if I'm too straightforward with my questions?" I chuckled again. "I don't mind. I actually prefer that." Shawn nodded. "When did you learn that you're into men as well?"