Novel & Cerita Funny Work Stories

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!

I praised my brain for working hastily but I couldn’t believe that this is all the best that I could think of. Keeping my mouth shut right after, I watched their reactions. The three men, or should I say Beasts, looked at each other. “What is your work?” Chandler asked me when he beheld a gaze. My pursed mouth detached and I answered, “I am working in a coffee shop.” Seconds after, I heard a laugh coming from the blond-haired guy. It is a laugh of mockery. ‘What’s funny?’ I wondered. The blonde-haired guy held his tummy while laughing so hard.

“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.

"Look proud." "I'm trying." "Try harder." His grin returned. I could tell he was enjoying this far too much. The conversation drifted toward safer topics. We talked about movies, his travels and embarrassing work stories. To my surprise, Roman had plenty of them. Apparently, being wealthy didn't protect people from making fools of themselves. At one point, he described accidentally walking into the wrong boardroom during an important meeting. I laughed so hard my eyes watered as he spoke. The image was too ridiculous and Roman looked offended, which only made it funnier.

Knowing it’s better it comes from me than the twins, I quickly sketched over the incident as I gave the details of it. Nodding like a cat whose nose is in a jar of ice cream, my friend listened attentively. The annoying curious little soul. ‘Really, can’t she pretend she was not enjoying this? It’s shameless how some people love juicy stories, especially when it has to do with one’s boss.’ I thought in disgruntlement. “Oh wow, that’s so funny. I wish I was there to see your face when you found out he was your boss.” My friend finally laughed, obviously enjoying my misery.

I kept it on the center table and then head out of the house. After graduation, I worked for a publishing company which lasted for a few weeks, not that I got fired but the boss kinda wants me to be his sex tool. That’s right he basically told me that he pressed my bobs in his dreams and that he wants to make that dream a reality. I made sure

Smiling, he left my office. 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 to offer mental support.”

Kehlani’s POV For the first time in what felt like forever, I was laughing. Real laughter, not the polite, careful kind I had mastered at work, but the kind that bubbled up unexpectedly and made my cheeks ache. The restaurant buzzed with noise, glasses clinking, cutlery scraping softly against plates and conversations overlapping in a way that felt warm instead of overwhelming. I hadn’t realized how much I needed this. Manny was in the middle of a ridiculous story about a client who had once sent an email meant for his mistress to the entire department.

“Leave me, if you do not want to talk now, whenever you are ready, I will be there for you” To make me happy he told me about one of his remarkable experiences in farming, when he was about ten years of age, he went to the farm with one of his father’s workers, the father used to employ workers to help him on his farm. He went with the man from the eastern part of the country, they were to cut a bush, almost like a forest because the place had been left fallow for a long period. It was during the rainy season. They were to use the farm for planting yam. “We were cutting the bush in the rain”. It is believed that farmers should never be afraid of rain nor sunshine. “We continued cutting until