Funny Work Stories Novels & Stories

the man snickered after he gulped the remaining booze in his glass, “It feels like just an hour ago I was here after work. Oh, wait, I don’t work anymore! Shit!” Will and Vanya exchanged glances, they knew well that this man was heavily influenced by whatever he drank. The drunken man, who was too indifferent to think who was it he talked to told, “I just got fired from Autoekomsten Corporation this afternoon! Hah, how can I forget that?”

Heather was busy drowning herself with the day's work, it has been pretty hectic that day and there was so much piled up work on her desk but for some reason ,she felt please with it, "If that the only way and the only excuse ,she could come up with to avoid Mr Crazy pervet. It just perfectly fine ! ". Though the company had promised to give her promotion since she got them the multi billion contract from the reknown Foxy company.... It noon ,the sun shun brighter and the whole Luoka city was quite warm. Every worker walked to the cafeteria while chatting loudly with their colleagues....

"Let’s just say some people earn their place through experience and hard work. Others… well, they take shortcuts." Nora snickered beside him, clearly enjoying the show. A couple of nearby employees had stopped what they were doing, pretending to be busy while discreetly eavesdropping. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, but I refused to let it shake me. I exhaled slowly, shaking my head in amusement. "You know," I mused, crossing my arms, "it’s always funny how the people who talk the loudest about 'hard work' are usually the ones who do the least of it."

I was glad I'd put my earbuds on to charge while I ate so that I could work and talk at the same time. He asked about my work today and I asked him how his search for new employees was going. A few of his stories about his interviews today had me almost crying I was laughing so hard. I told him about some of the ones we did when I was looking to fill the position that Adrian now had and we laughed even more. Some people were really out there, let me tell ya. It was after 11 when we finally said our goodbyes. As I was dozing off for the night I couldn't help but think of how well today had gone.

Every so often he would scoop warm water over my shoulders and back, rinsing the shampoo away. Dante sat on the bathroom floor with his back against the wall, one knee bent, watching us with a small smile. He kept me company the whole time, telling me stupid, funny stories about things that had happened at work. He told me about a client who had shown up to a meeting with his fly open the entire time, and another story about someone who had accidentally sent a very personal email to the entire company. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt and tears filled my eyes. Dante grinned every time I laughed, clearly pleased with himself.

He asked like a pissed man . I gulped hard thinking of what to say, then I thought of saying rubbish. "The thing is I .. I.. saw ...your g..grandmother in my dream I .. I mean my grandmother and she was telling me some fables and fairly life stories that —always spur me up so I got tied down and lost track of time.." He scoffed and dipped from his drink "Do you really want me to fire you right now?" I felt a bang in my head. No I certainly can't loose my job for the 11th time.

"Perer, do you remember the story of Job in the Holy Bible?" "The old man who lost everything, suffered a terrible disease and was told to curse God by his own wife?" Uncle Max approved by saying I had a sharp brain. "So if that is the man you are referring to. How does his story relates to you feeling bad about your workplace?" "It does a lot if you can see the patterns that I am trying to draw. It is like a round line that moves across your stomach," Uncle Max replied, grasping the sides of his abdomen. His stomach was flat like a slice of bread, and it made me feel nervous as I tried to imagine the relationship between his workplace and where the money he made in his workplace went to— hi

There is so much going on that it makes for the perfect people watching time because if you're lucky you might catch a couple having an argument or see someone pissing in the bushes even though everyone can see them. There is so much to see and do here. It always puts a smile on my face. "How's your job?" I ask Dylan to change the subject. Dylan groans, "God, don't even get me started. There is this one lady in my department…" My mind wanders elsewhere as Dylan talks my ear off. He works in retail and always has a story or two to tell me, but I zone out and people watch while he speaks. It's always the same two stories about someone stealing or a bitchy co-worker.

they complained. At this moment, Alex had the craziest and stupid idea ever. she hesitantly has her hand and spoke: What if we just write a kind of friend love letter to the person we get? Like a kind of joke? The teacher loved the Idea. The money grubbers found it a very good idea. The jokers saw a big opportunity and the shy ones were a too-small minority to make a real opposition. She was happy, but just because everyone was happy and it would be very funny.

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep