Funny Workplace Stories Novels & Stories

"Did you hear about Mr. Howard's scandal video?" "Isn't he married?" "Is it true that bosses are required to have affairs with their secretaries? Eww, that's disgusting." "What if Mr. Silvenia treats Ms. Formosus in the same way? It's not impossible tho." When I said, "It's impossible, and that will never happen to us," the employees who were talking at my front jumped out of their skin. They walked into the pantry as soon as they finished their coffee. I put the coffee in the coffee maker, but I think I've come up with a better solution.

"That's some serious dedication right there. Me? I once took a dare from my college roommates and ate a pizza topped with anchovies, pineapple, and hot sauce. The combination was... unforgettable, and not in a good way. Our laughter mingled, filling the space with ease and creating a bubble of comfort amidst the day's tasks. It was these lighthearted exchanges, sharing silly stories over a simple lunch, that made the days feel vibrant and connected, like we were building a collection of shared memories one meal at a time.

and sometimes referred to throughout the day. He told her about the baby who peed on him, causing both him and the baby’s dad to double over with laughter; the five-year-old twins who both broke their arms when they jumped off the roof “just to see if they could”; the little girl who swallowed a penny during a temper tantrum and giggled uncontrollably when she saw it on her X-ray. One day she had a meeting that he could tell stressed her out from just the length of her first text. The good news is that my boss is firmly behind the project, and that is really good news . . . but the bad news is that some other important people aren’t, and this is going to be a fight. I’m thrilled about the fi

Smiling, he left my office. And that right there was the start of strange excuses from my workers as they made their requests. As the day progressed, my office became a revolving door of peculiar requests, with wide-eyed workers making very damned lies so believable I feared for my sanity. “Sir, my cat's having an existential crisis, and I need three days off to console it.” “Boss, my plants are dying, and I require a week's leave to nurse them back to health.” “Sir, my cousin is pregnant. I need to be there to offer mental support.”

“The man jolted so hard, he nearly toppled out of his chair. And instead of apologizing, he tried to act like it never happened.” I clutched my stomach, tears pricking my eyes. “That’s... that’s incredible.” “And you?” he asked, his gaze unexpectedly soft. “What’s the worst thing you’ve had to deal with at work?” I thought for a moment, then groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Oh, that’s easy. The coffee incident.” Michael tilted his head, intrigued. “Do tell.” “Well,” I began, leaning forward, “Laura asked me to bring coffee for a team meeting, and she gave me this insane list of orders oat milk, almond milk, two sugars here, three sugars there...”

she says, genuinely sounding happy for me. “How was your day?” I ask her, and they both bust out laughing again. I have no idea what is so funny, and as they start to tell me what went on, they are laughing so hard, I can hardly understand them. All I gather is that some older gentlemen came into one of the offices they were cleaning, not realizing they were there, barking about something embarrassing on the phone. Something about not getting the right Viagra dosage delivered or something, and they had to pretend not to hear him, but he saw them, and then it was hilarious somehow. I didn’t understand. Mim says, “You really had to be there.”

I start with a small giggle on my face. “I spent my day work all day, mmm at my family company” I laugh. “W-what! That was so boring” Z laughs. “Huh, and I got drunk in the middle of the night, in my bedroom floor, and woke up on couch all the time” I end. Both of us laughing because of the story, our faces are getting red because of the laugh. “Oh, my goodness! That’s insane!” Z tried to stop her laughs and leave a little giggle on her face. “Yeah, my life was insane!” I laugh softly.

For the next few minutes, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. They told me funny stories about things that had happened around the house, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I actually laughed. Their stories were filled with small, humorous mishaps—like the time the gardener accidentally watered Mr. Dela Cruz's shoes or when a squirrel ran into the kitchen, causing panic among the staff. Their lively chatter made me forget, even if just for a little while, about all the chaos happening around me. It was like a brief escape, a reminder that life could still have moments of joy, even in the middle of a storm.

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.”

“Joke’s on you, I am.” We collapsed into synchronized giggles, the kind that ripple out and make the whole office suddenly aware they aren’t in on the joke. Let them wonder. Vera and I had spent two years constructing our own language of snark and survivor’s humor, and if the rest of the world wanted to catch up, they could start by getting laid more often. “So, are you seeing him again?” I asked, my voice dropping as our boss passed by, phone glued to his ear, eyebrows furrowed in cartoonish displeasure.