Funny Work Stories Novels & Stories

And I was very good at detecting people like that. Even the most straight ones used to be the ones that gave me the most work between four walls. I giggled low when I remembered an embarrassing situation during one of the best sexes I've had in my life, and Gabbie, thinking I was laughing at another desperate employee who ran in front of me, also laughed softly. “But what a shitty interview, huh, Gabbie?” I complained, frowning my nose. “Could it be that you couldn't make me waste more time than in this job?”

“Okay, now I’m jealous. My boss once gave me a sticky note that said ‘urgent’ and ruined my weekend.” I laughed into my cup. Adrian smiled. “There it is.” “What?” “You laughing. Looks good on you.” The comment was gentle. Not flirtatious. Not heavy. Just kind. I looked down at my coffee, warmth spreading through my chest. “Thanks.” We talked for a while about nothing serious. His work in finance. My first few days as a personal assistant. The strange culture of big companies where everyone pretended not to gossip while clearly gossiping. Adrian told me about accidentally joining the wrong meeting during his first week and giving an entire introduction to people who had no idea who he was.

He joked. "Says the person that works out everyday and weigh 280 lbs " She teased poking his chest, he just laughed it off. He had begged her to go to the gym with him once and she almost fainted there, it took her days to regain her self. In his arms, she fell deep asleep. She looked peaceful like an angel that she is, Hussain used that moment to draw circles on her back. She always hated it because it makes her shiver.

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

“Oh, I don’t know if I can top you accidentally spilling coffee on your boss!” Daniel chuckled. “Come on, try me!” “Well…,” she hesitated, then laughed, “there was this one time I tripped at work while carrying a huge stack of files. They went flying everywhere, and everyone just stopped to stare. I was mortified!” Daniel burst out laughing, and his laugh was so genuine that Sophia couldn’t help but laugh too. “Okay, that’s definitely on the list of ‘greatest hits’! But, hey, at least you didn’t spill coffee on anyone’s lap!”

“Let me guess. The time I fell out of a tree trying to rescue a cat?” “And get stuck yourself,” he finished, his grin widening. “Yep, that one made the highlight.” “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “Anything else?” “Oh, plenty,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Like the time you tried to ride a bike down a flight of stairs because, and I quote, ‘It’ll totally work.” I groaned louder, hiding my face in my hands. “Why does he share the most humiliating stories?” “Because they’re funny,” he said, his tone light but teasing. “And, if I’m being honest, kind of impressive. I mean, you survived riding a bike down stairs. That’s bold.”

I kicked off my heels. I slipped out of my tight work trousers. Then I removed my underwear. I curled up on the sofa. I let myself relax. Audio slows me down. It turns everything into an experience. I like letting the story unfold. I don’t rush it anymore. This time, I picked a workplace story. Two coworkers giving in to temptation. They were on a work trip. A hotel made everything easier. I didn’t grab my vibrator. I wanted to take my time. I put on my headphones. I let the story pull me in.

“Bad joke. I’m sorry.” Kat sniffled. He was being so wonderful that it wasn’t fair. “How could you fit fifty condoms in there and still have room for money?” AJ laughed. “They make special big wallets and special big pockets for billionaires.” She laughed again. Laughing felt good, but the feeling faded fast. “But what about your company?” AJ shrugged. “All the media knows is that I rushed an employee to the hospital. Right now, I actually look like the best employer in the world.”

Then somehow we drift into talking about jobs, and I tell him about the time I worked at a call center and had someone scream at me for twenty minutes about their cable bill, and he tells me about the summer he worked construction and accidentally put a nail through his shoe. “Did it go through your foot?” I ask, wincing. “Just barely missed. But I had to walk around the rest of the day with a nail sticking out of my boot because we were on a deadline.” “That’s horrifying.” “It was character building.” I laugh and it feels good, feels normal, feels like I’m not constantly bracing for the next disaster. We keep talking—childhood stories, embarrassing moments, things we believed as kids that w

From what I’ve heard, he absolutely hated it, but no one else would hire him. “What happened?” I ask my dad, thinking maybe this is just some sick joke. But my father wouldn’t joke about something like that. “He fell into a vat of poop,” my father says. “No one noticed in time to get him out. He was so lazy at work that a lot of times, he’d just disappear for hours, so his coworkers thought he was just out taking another unauthorized break when in fact, he was in the shit. They found him a few hours later when he finally surfaced and started floating. His mouth was open, and a bunch of poo was in there. They say it’s the most gruesome thing they’ve ever seen at the plant.”