Funny Workplace Stories Novels & Stories

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..

My body trembled with fury as I shouted at Karen. "What exactly did I do wrong for the company to fire me? And you—what gives you the right to spread disgusting rumors about me?" Karen shot me a disdainful glare, her face full of contempt. "You abandoned your seriously ill, bedridden in-laws and used the money meant for their medicine to splurge on yourself. You dress yourself up every day, trying to dump the husband who's done so much for you. What company would dare keep an employee like you?" I had no idea what method Karen used to convince everyone to believe such an absurd lie. But she'd relied on deception and manipulation to act like a tyrant here. And I absolutely would not tolerate

His voice was filled with disbelief. Another maid gasped softly. “No way." I frowned. That was what shocked them? Not the fact that I had accused their boss of taking advantage of me. The thing they found unbelievable was that their boss was laughing? What kind of strange workplace was this? I honestly couldn't understand it. "This isn't funny," I snapped. “Stop laughing." "Oh my," he managed to say between laughs. His eyes remained closed as he tried to compose himself, but another laugh escaped him.

Once I was suspended, my situation in the office only got worse. Workplace culture had always been about sucking up to the powerful and trampling on the weak. Those male colleagues who had laughed along with Vanessa became even more brazen, piling on relentlessly. "Hey, Macy, take this report and shred it." "Macy, go downstairs and pick up my package for me. Oh, and bring me back a coffee too—one sugar, no ice." I used to be the department's top sales performer. Now, I'd been reduced to everyone's errand runner.

It's as though we were in our own little bubble, unaware of the world around us. At times, Alex points out something funny that happened to him at work, and I find myself doubling over with laughter. I tried to imagine him in that position but I couldn't, but as he continued, I found myself vividly seeing if. He has a way of telling stories that always gets me in stitches. And I can't help but reciprocate by sharing some of my own comical mishaps. "Oh my God, that's hilarious. Some people are just so sick." I laughed out loud.

Her dripping sarcasm did not go amiss. He followed her out of the office and tried to take the biting remark with grace. Shawn clung to Zoey. “I’ll walk you downstairs.” The other employees of Porters pretended like they saw nothing. It was common for one party to make things difficult for the other in the workplace. Having caught on to the situation, the Porters manager had since stopped any inappropriate behavior, and had terminated several people at the headquarters for engaging in workplace gossip about Mrs. Scott. Mr. Zuckman did not hesitate to fire employees.

I say, voice rising, “the manager is using my money to sleep with staffs.” Nina’s eyes widen. “Your money?” “My money,” I repeat. “Funding workplace orgies.” She bursts out laughing. “And it gets worse,” I add. “One of the girls said his dick size is not… amazing.” Nina loses it. She laughs so hard she slides off the chair, clutching her stomach, gasping for air. “Could it be that bad!” she wheezes. “Imagine ruining lives for. Not amazing!” I laugh too, real laughter, the kind that brings hot tears to my eyes.

he joked. I made us a simple breakfast, eggs, toast, fruit, and the strong coffee he liked. We ate at the island, talking about nothing heavy. He told me a funny story about one of his executives sending an email with the wrong attachment, a cat meme instead of the quarterly report. I told him about the latest drama in my study group someone accidentally calling the professor “daddy” in class. He grinned. “Sounds like a good time.” “It was mortifying for her,” I laughed. “But kind of hilarious.”