Funny Workplace Stories Novels & Stories

I reply while following him, causing him to chuckle again. Logan tells me all kinds of funny office stories during lunch. For instance how the guy in the office next to me got his dick caught in between the lid and the scanner while trying to scan it off. Apparently, some screw of the lid had gotten caught, and a technician had to come, causing the whole office to catch on. I laugh so hard that I think I'm about to pass out due to a lack of oxygen. Especially the way Logan describes it, how one ball was hanging out and the other one was crushed to a purple/blue colour. The poor cleaner, after it, had to scrape off something which they presumed to have been pre-cum.

I could watch the business of the day as I looked out of the window. I smiled at the women selling on the streets, the people in their offices and suitcases simply waiting to hail a cab and rush off to work. They had scheduled to meet and at lunchtime, they would. Irish off into the Café across the street and grab lunch, maybe a burrito and some coffee or juice and sweets. They would tell jokes to each other and sometimes argue about how horrible work was and how much they hated their boss. Or they would tell simple jokes and laugh about it.

Tracy's POV "Omg, this post is so funny", my secretary laughed, her laughter feeling the entire room despite being separated from me by a wall. "I know, right I have been laughing my ass off all morning," one of the other workers joined her. Their back-and-forth over some posts has been happening for a few hours now. "Take a look at this one too." _I can't take it any longer._ "Don't you have work to do," I thundered, sounding like a joy kill.

" This touched the hearts of all employees and the sound of laughter filled the place. Then the protagonist went to the office. "Hey, you, have you finished copying the data?" "Yes, wait a minute. " "Ah, I forgot to press the button of the program." This got more laughter. Lia watched them perform more and more situations in the office that were very funny. For when the protagonist forgot to bring her lunch and missed the afternoon lunchtime. And when she wore a white shirt in a black shirt day. Lia could feel the embarrassment. The audience was living this. Because this was something that happened to almost everyone.

I asked, I was in no mood for one of his expensive jokes…due to work had just resumed and I was yet to get myself together, he had pulled a prank on me yesterday that Andrew had an accident. Turned out to be a lie and one of his expensive jokes pulled me out of my workbench and avoid many meetings and contracts. And for Ray and Rory Caddel, I didn’t even have time for them to nymore, I spent most of my time in the office for the past few weeks and rarely saw them. “Well for a start your things will be moved the moment you give the command” He replied, softly as he made himself at home, “and not only that one of my CEO’s was fired a few moments ago and the elders agreed that it should be merg

“What other party is better than this? Wanna get yourself wasted tonight so you’ll have an excuse to not come to work tomorrow, right?” “Come on, that’s not what I mean. We all know this company’s motto.” “Exactly. That’s why beers are a no, and coffee is our best friend. Anyway, I’ve got orders to process tomorrow, so I’m out.” “Me too.” “I guess we’ll get to throw a real party when the Boss becomes the president.” Amidst the employees’ chatters, Kiara returned to her office, chuckling at their banters. The place was quiet and peaceful, and the glass walls dimmed the noises from the outside.

“He brought her coffee, a tissue, and a Post-it that said, 'Corporate tears are billable hours." “He’s French,” Clara laughed, wiping her eyes. “They flirt even with grief.” Amara nearly spilled her drink. “I’d pay to see anyone critique Silmon’s PowerPoint slides.” “Oh, he already does,” Manon whispered. “He was once called ‘a tragic love story between Helvetica and bad lighting.’ Silmon just ordered more fonts in revenge.” That did it—everyone lost it. Rafael was wheezing. Clara was half under the table. No corporate therapy session, no icebreakers. Just pure, chaotic office humor—the kind born from too much caffeine and not enough HR supervision.

Celeste I was sitting in the company cafeteria with Amanda It was lunchtime, we were at a small table in the corner. She was telling me a funny story about a printer that exploded on the 30th floor and men it was hilarious. “So there was confetti everywhere but it was all legal documents!” Amanda finished laughing. “It took them a week to sort it all out.” I was laughing too when the last person I expected to see surely appeared, my smile died on my face.

What started off as a fairly subdued group quickly opened up as each of them told funny stories about themselves, knowing that Mark, Myra and Maddy didn't really know any of them. Mark told them of how he'd been so hungover in a lecture at college once that he'd fallen asleep and when he woke up it took him three hours to discover he had drawings on his face. Maddy told them of a photoshoot she'd done where she fainted in front of a client but still got the job, and of how she once did the infamous 'skirt-tucked-into-her-underwear' thing and no-one told her.

Did someone win a lottery or did someone's wife give birth to a child? "Us! The workers wanted to celebrate their five years of working with you and to also thank you for being a good boss" He whipped a bit of the cream and cleaned it off with his tongue.. It was indeed a good thought to celebrate with your boss, however, I almost thought that something bad had happened to my warehouse, after what happened before.. I came home in the evening and Muna was talking with my aunt, I couldn't hear a word they were talking about but it was definitely going to be a topic for ladies..