Funny Work Stories Novels & Stories

I say, voice rising, “the manager is using my money to sleep with staffs.” Nina’s eyes widen. “Your money?” “My money,” I repeat. “Funding workplace orgies.” She bursts out laughing. “And it gets worse,” I add. “One of the girls said his dick size is not… amazing.” Nina loses it. She laughs so hard she slides off the chair, clutching her stomach, gasping for air. “Could it be that bad!” she wheezes. “Imagine ruining lives for. Not amazing!” I laugh too, real laughter, the kind that brings hot tears to my eyes.

It was obvious that he had to be strict because trusting everyone when you have a business of gold and diamonds was really dumb. He owned a little gold shop from the savings of his entire life. He had a wife and a son. He sent his son John to another city for his higher studies. Mr. Paul could barely see because of his vision loss but this didn’t stop him from working hard for the sake of his family. He believed in the fact that hard work is the key to success which Keith Jonas didn't really agree to but obviously always had to pretend to.

I start with a small giggle on my face. “I spent my day work all day, mmm at my family company” I laugh. “W-what! That was so boring” Z laughs. “Huh, and I got drunk in the middle of the night, in my bedroom floor, and woke up on couch all the time” I end. Both of us laughing because of the story, our faces are getting red because of the laugh. “Oh, my goodness! That’s insane!” Z tried to stop her laughs and leave a little giggle on her face. “Yeah, my life was insane!” I laugh softly.

And that right there was the start of strange excuses from my workers as they made their requests. As the day progressed, my office became a revolving door of peculiar requests, with wide -eyed workers making very damned lies so believable I feared for my sanity. "Sir, my cat's having an existential crisis, and I need three days off to console it.” "Boss, my plants are dying, and I require a week's leave to nurse them back to health." "Sir, my cousin is pregnant. I need to be there

It's as though we were in our own little bubble, unaware of the world around us. At times, Alex points out something funny that happened to him at work, and I find myself doubling over with laughter. I tried to imagine him in that position but I couldn't, but as he continued, I found myself vividly seeing if. He has a way of telling stories that always gets me in stitches. And I can't help but reciprocate by sharing some of my own comical mishaps. "Oh my God, that's hilarious. Some people are just so sick." I laughed out loud.

“It’s good.” “How do you manage to work? Like you get free pretty late “ he raised his eyebrows. “I told you it’s an online job. It gets stressful sometimes but it pays well.” At this point I got pro in lying about my job. It’s online. It pays well. I have just to do data entries and some small stuff was my fabricated story. “Sure it does,” he commented. We ate while telling jokes to each other. Like we used to do. I decided not to damage my brain cells to think useless stuff like he was there for some purpose. Maybe he thinks I have no one beside him, well that was true at some point at least in university.

I asked, wondering what could be so funny for him, knowing it was so hard to make him laugh. “I’m swamped at work. Mrs Wakefield is driving me crazy with all the paperworks.” he said and we chuckled. “Oh poor guy. I’m glad I left then.” I said, laughing out loud at his hurt reaction. “Yeah.” he chuckled. “Lucky you, babe.” We talked a little more about his company’s new successful projects before I told him I was getting sleepy.

"You've only heard Seth's side. Didn't you ever think to ask me what I've been through? "Is Seth good to me? At the company party, he had his pet sales manager, Lily, embarrass me in front of everyone. He 'rewarded' me with three days of cleaning toilets and accused me of getting ahead by flirting with old men. Did you have any clue? "I helped build this company with Seth from the ground up, leaving behind a job that paid a million a year. For twelve years, I've been out there, rain or shine, pulling in clients and propping up our numbers!

“Tell us!” they all said at the same time. “He’s somebody from work,” Mia shared. “He’s a PR specialist. He’s really funny!” Mia worked for a local TV station. Her job was challenging because of the high marketing demands, but despite that, Mia said she loved her work. “Funny is good,” Charlie said, winking. “I agree,” Dawn said. “I’m funny, but how come my boyfriend broke up with me?” Frank remarked. “Aww.” Charlie and Dawn said at the same time.

But it seemed like someone had recognized him. In the afternoon he gave his statement to the press that his wife works in that coffee shop. It was her hobby. Her boss needed a hand so he just helped them out for a day. He further said that it was refreshing and he realized how much effort an employee makes, so this miniature work of a few hours had taught him the great importance of hard work. His statement was almost on every news channel and everyone was in awe of him.