Funny Work Stories Novels & Stories

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.

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!”

“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.”

“Why?” “It’s because he’s saying that mental health is just make-believe.” “Well, that’s sad. Are you home?” “Yes. I just got here but I took an Uber even if the fare is unjust! I also pooped, by the way.” “HAHAHA! My funny man.” “Also, the folks from U.S., the ones we work with, were happy with my performance.” “Wow! What did they say?” “I’ll let you know when we see each other.”

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.”

I can't just come out and say, "Remember the whole story with the crazy guy who asked me to have his baby last month, Miguel? So it turns out that I did get pregnant, by the way, can you pass me the salt? And that's why in the end I didn't say anything, I just smiled and laughed with them at their stories. Waking up at seven the next day was a nightmare since I had spent the last month waking up late, but just thinking that at the end of the month I would have a paycheck made it worth it. Working at the candy store was proving to be a wonderful thing, easier and more fun than any other job I had ever had, especially since the last few were in bars, restaurants, and diners with drunken idiots