Funny Work Stories Novels & Stories

A man said and his team started laughing. Hearing this, I fisted my hand in anger. I cleared my throat to get their attention. "I didn't know my employees can make these useless jokes in work time. Do I give you payment for these fucking jokes?" I shouted at them. Their faces went pale finding me there. "We are very sorry Mr. King. We will not do this again" One of them told me. I looked at Max and spoke up," I want their resignation letters the first thing tomorrow in the morning."

She started laughing out loud, as if it was the funniest thing she had heard on a rain-drenched, starving afternoon. “See, how infectious our madness is. No one can escape it. But…okay…listen now. This thing…if you can do this thing, Jaanvi won’t tell him.” she said, her derisive laughter now settling in some sort of a crooked idea. “What?” I said. I just hoped she didn’t come up with the same rotten condition of sending my stories to The Assam Tribune or take up a few private tuition assignments like Nisim and she were doing. I wrote almost every day, trashed those the next day. Well, I didn’t trash them literally, but, felt that all that I had written was nothing more than zilch.

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

“And girl, I know I’m lucky to even have a job in this economy.” “I know what you mean. I was a secretary barely making ten dollars an hour before this.” “Really,” she said, her eyes wide. “Really.” “So you know that shit rolls downhill.” I burst out laughing. “Oh, I definitely know that.” I launched into some of my funniest stories about Herr Klaus, and told her about how I’d ditched out that Friday night to go with Connor, and what I’d said to Klaus on the Monday when he screamed at me and I quit.

“Excuse you, I earn mine through emotional labor keeping you two from working yourselves to death.” “And hey, that’s a lifestyle choice, not a crime.” “Oh right,” I said, “The clown thinks he deserves a paycheck for telling us bad jokes.” “Correction,” he said, waving his slice like a wand at the both of us. “I tell great jokes that you two are too goddamn serious to appreciate.” Nolan laughed, shaking his head. “You mean those jokes that will make us question our sanity?” Cassian pointed at him. “You see? That’s the problem with you workaholics.”

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

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?”

“Like that time someone sent an email to the entire office asking where they could buy a life-sized penguin costume. Or when two people accidentally started a very inappropriate conversation in a group chat and didn’t realize their manager was in it.” I burst out laughing, almost spilling my drink. “You’re kidding.” “I wish I was,” he said, grinning. “The penguin costume email is framed on my wall.” “Okay, now you have to tell me—what’s the juiciest piece of office gossip you’ve come across?” Patrick smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Well, there’s this one guy who sends himself motivational emails every Monday morning. Stuff like, ‘You’ve got this, champ!’ and ‘Remember, you’re the best th

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

A pretty good one as a Brand Marketing Assistant at Addams Assurance, making Rex Addams quite thrilled. I liked working there. Everyone was pretty nice and I was pretty sure I was getting paid more than the other entry levels. It was a lot of work, but it kept my mind off of the boys. The best part of my job was that it was in close proximity to my friend’s jobs and we got to have lunch every day together. It was most definitely the highlight of my life. “Have you noticed that men refuse to listen to you at work?” Analeigh asked. “No, but I was also publicly fought over by two of the richest men in the country. People just assume I’m brilliant.” I laughed.