Lazy Construction Worker Meme Novels & Stories

“Are you going to like that?” Lucas shrugged. It was the same job he’d had before. Back then, his work day had consisted mostly of showing up late and hung over, getting yelled at, and trying to shirk as much work as possible until they were allowed to go home. Lucas had better intentions this time around, but he wasn’t quite sure what the job would be like if he were actually trying to do it properly. “It’ll be fine, I guess,” he managed.

Lia screamed, her voice cracking. The horror in her eyes wasn't just from the danger, but from witnessing such an atrocity against food. This is my Indomie! You're not getting it! Bima shouted, scrambling back, pulling Lia with him. Lia, he's insane! He's obsessed with making the most extreme content! [System Suggestion: Use your 'Meme Creator Skill'! Create a meme that belittles the BOSS Zombie's content! This can disrupt his focus!] Meme Creator? Bima thought fast.

At least he wasn’t brushing her off—he was teasing her, not ignoring her. She drained the soup and handed him the empty bowl. Layson immediately took it and refilled it for her. “Isn’t it Saturday?” she asked, deadpan. “Y’all still working? So much for capitalism.” She was totally trolling him. Layson placed the soup down and smirked. “Company this big? Someone’s always working. They rotate. Of course, if you ever joined the company…” He trailed off, waiting. She raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“But they need to live for the wheel to keep moving, and the city is not going to run if they all end up dying of hunger.” We passed an old man sitting against a building with a cardboard sign that read WORKER. INJURED. NO PACK ASSISTANCE. He looked up when I slowed. His leg was wrapped in a dirty cloth. “I don’t have anything to sell,” he said when I crouched. “I didn’t ask,” I said. “What happened?” “Construction accident,” he muttered. “Private job. No compensation.” “How much do you need?” I asked. He bristled at the offer of charity. “I don’t want charity.”

This was the type of meal that would make one swell with pride, especially for one like myself who had zero idea on how to cook or bake to save my life. “Hate?” Liam scoffed. "I doubt hate is the right word.” He demonstrated with his fingers in the air. "You should use a much stronger word.” "Right... Poor Brady” I sighed. "Do they usually support themselves?... I mean your workers.” I tried to depict their personalities. If it was so on a usual day, they must truly be nice people. “To be honest, no.” He shrugged. "And to be fair, they do, but not this aggressively.” He puffed. "I was shocked.”

“I was just exercising.” “There is a gym for that.” “Too stressful.” “Why are you exercising?” “To not look fat.” His lips twitched. “Why are you not dressed for work? It’s Thursday.” “I’m taking a day off. It’s tiring working, for real.” “I forgot how lazy you are.” “What?” “You heard me.”

"It's good that you thought of spending the night here." "I missed it here too. Besides, it's just now because I had a long break. The seniors on my new team are a little less strict." "Hey Tita, this Lily is also a workaholic. The OT is also constant! The income is already big!" Which Injang laughed at the nephew. "My son, it's slow at work. Maybe your body can't take it. Are you sure you won't eat dinner?" "We're so full at the ramen house, Aunt! We ordered so much that brothers Mark and Cali will go bankrupt!"

“Urgh, frickin’ dumba** who knows diddly-squat! Fine, I guess I’ll just have to feast my eyes on the abundance of hot, sexy guys near me on the streets, then! By the way, you’re not working overtime tonight, are you?” Jackson sensed a shiver up his spine immediately. “Oh Lady Tiffany of Lane, please have mercy on my body! You know I’m dead tired from work, right? Now that I gotta feed not one but two brats, I need to work even harder every day. I’m so busy, I don’t even have the luxury to think about sex!”

Something is going on that I am not supposed to know about. “I am just saying, Luka,” Jade shrugs. “Sis, I believe in your dreams. Grow your own company and make your own money the right way because-“ “Because NOTHING, you idiot! Come on, get up, we are leaving!” Emre says, in a commanding tone. “Pumpkin, work has been quite stressful lately… don’t worry about everything that Jade said; he is just a lazy worker,” Luka quickly covers up. “Oh, okay. Uhm, I’m sorry for all the trouble,” I humbly apologise.

He let out a cold laugh. "Think it's not enough? Lily, don't get greedy. You're a nobody who worked illegal shifts at a chemical plant. You couldn't earn five hundred thousand in a lifetime. Don't make me call security to throw you out. That wouldn't be a good look for either of us." Before he could finish, a massive convoy appeared at the end of the street.