Funny Work Stories Novels & Stories

And neither of us says anything about it. Fred is in the middle of telling a ridiculous story about something that happened at work, and Stephanie is laughing so hard she nearly spills her drink. “Wait…wait…..so you’re telling me you actually told your boss that?” she gasps. “I had to!” Fred defends, pointing dramatically. “He deserved it!” “And you didn’t get fired?” Jason cuts in, clearly amused. “God loves me,” Fred says proudly. We all burst into laughter. Even Lucas. And I swear… I could sit there forever just listening to that sound.

"Love, you can't come to work tomorrow" "What?! Why?!" 'Because, you're no more competent for this job" "What?! But love I thought.... I mean, you know what has been happening to me recently, right? It was not my fault. You can't do this to me please...I promise, from now on I'll be coming to work regularly and early, I'll never miss a day please love". I begged desperately but suddenly, he burst into a heavy laughter. "Huh? Why are you laughing? Am I that funny?"

I'm an Austin now which means I could no longer work at Trix Bar,the bar that I've been working at for years.My hope was to continue working there so I wouldn't have to take much from the Austin's,but I understand that it isn't really proper.Wife of a Billionaire,pouring pints and wiping down tables it's not a believable story. I still had my job at the Gym at least.

Another Job Helen’s first week at work was a blast. She had no idea dull work could be fun if you were working with the right people. She’d often heard Mindy say things like that. It didn’t matter what your job was, as long as you got to work with fun people. Well, Mr. Mark Lewis had the market cornered on making the workplace fun.

Their laughter blended easily with the background hum of the restaurant, and for a moment Layla almost forgot this was all pretend. By the time their food arrived, their conversation had drifted into lighter, sillier territory. Layla had found herself leaning forward, laughing at Ethan’s ridiculous office stories—like how one of his coworkers swore his stapler was haunted because it kept disappearing, only to be found in the fridge. “You’re making that up,” she said, cutting into her food. “I swear I’m not,” Ethan said, grinning. “And I was the unlucky guy who found it next to someone’s yogurt cup. Still don’t know how it got there.”

“What have you been doing the past few weeks? I would have thought you would be halfway to Arizona or Utah or something.” I smiled, staring out at the horizon. “No. I thought about it, but it turns out I wasn’t in the best mood. I was working at a local farm until the obnoxious little punks pissed me off. I lost my cool and walked off the job.” He hissed. “Damn. It’s like we are the same.” “What do you mean?” “I lost my shit with an obnoxious little punk and walked off the job.” I burst into laughter. “Oh no. Really?”

We need a suggestion box for your company, so we can pour out our minds regarding how much of a proud arrogant man you are. Like do I look like I understand eye languages? what happened to English? or french? or German! Well I do hope you get something to fix your saucy life because God it's unbearable working with you every day. You're truly. Your Worse nightmare. I laughed so hard after typing it and sent it to the group. I was so exhausted from work I crashed on my bed and went to sleep immediately.

he announced and Tina clapped “We will be stepping out after all this while. I am so happy I could cry right now” she giggled and Amanda followed suit with a low “I am so happy too. I can't wait to run around in freedom” My eyes rolled at their words because it's not like they were ever so busy they couldnt live the life they wanted. I was surprised that Stanley's company doesn't make their employees work their lives out all in the name of trying to get and scoop all the exclusive news out there. My former workplace was hell.

My brain short-circuited the moment Elvis asked, "So, how's work?" Oh. Oh no. My mind went blank—then, just as quickly, filled with all the wrong answers. All the things I absolutely could not say out loud. I wanted to blurt out: "Oh, work? It’s fine! I’ve been fucked twice by my boss. Would you believe he actually drove me to his house just to do it? Oh, and the best part? He wrapped my panties in a box and gifted them back to me. Isn’t that romantic? And guess what? He had me again this morning! Right on his desk because professionalism, am I right?"

"No wonder you always turn us down whenever we ask you to go out for lunch. So you were having lunch with your sugar daddy instead. You really have no shame!" Kaia Watson, my lunch buddy, spat disdainfully with eyes full of scorn. After the lunch break ended, my colleagues had gradually returned to their desks. When Frankie Leach from the sales department heard the argument, he chimed in as well. "Yelena Linden, if you had the nerve to sleep with the boss, then we aren't exactly crossing the line when we use your face for a little entertainment, right?"