Lazy Construction Worker Meme Novels & Stories

“The first time we met — washing hundreds of dishes for that crazy stingy man.” “Haha!” Jiang's voice, matching his small and slightly underfed build, wasn't loud or booming. “That stingy bastard paid below minimum wage and didn't even want to employ enough workers. I'm really glad the place burnt down. It's one of the few proofs that evil never wins.” Looking at how tired his eyes were, Adam couldn't help but ask. “Are you sure you don't need me to clear the debts? There's no need to work tirelessly anymore.”

-0-0-0- I didn’t mean to give you some bad impression about myself, but my laziness can lead me to some serious issues. I should start by giving you my name. I’m Jarren Chou, 26 years old, an office worker at a Financial Technology Company. Yes, I’m well paid since I’ve been working here for 5 years now and got promoted twice. Yes, I do have my own apartment, but I’m planning to build my own house. And yes, I’m single. Is that an issue? I’m on my way to our department, and sadly I’m 20 minutes late. That would be a lot if deducted from my salary. I should really have myself properly disciplined.

Full of fighting spirit, he dragged his employees along to work overtime with the intention of doing a good job. After pulling an all-nighter with him for two nights, Lauren could barely take it anymore. "Fuck my life for believing you. I thought I could slack off in your company and wait for my retirement. Alas, I'm working so hard that I'm turning into a zombie. You're more despicable than that asshole, Aaron." Joseph had dark circles under his eyes. "This is our first project, so we must do it well. Once we receive the payment, you'll be the biggest MVP. I promise to give you a fat bonus."

Now when they heard the office workers talking, they slowly turned their heads. One of the ladies spoke up: "Hey young man, how did you two get on this bus?" The office worker was really enthusiastic: "Hey, I just worked overtime and got off late. The subway was gone, so I could only take the bus." As he spoke, he pouted and said, "Him, I don't know, he seemed like some big boss." That's why people say young folks are carefree. When the office worker said these things, he was still scrolling through short videos on his phone and didn't even notice that the auntie talking to him had the other side of her face badly burned.

“You gonna take a nap?” “Maybe. I am kinda tired.” “Even though Ellie opened the shop for you?” “True.” Memory actually wasn’t tired at all. “I’m pretty sure I can’t do what you did. I wasn’t aware anyone could do that.” He shrugged. “I do a lot of squats.” “I guess so.” “Come on, you can do it.”

His voice was warm, comforting. I smiled, leaning back on the couch. “Hey.” “You sound tired,” he noted. “Rough day?” I let out a soft laugh. “You know me, always busy.” “Still, you should rest more.” His voice was filled with concern. “You work too much.” “I know, I know.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “ At least i don’t lazy around and let my workers do all the work” He chuckled. “Ouch. But that’s why they are my workers right “

It felt great when the lunch rush finally ended, letting me kick my feet up as Ben, one of the kitchen chefs, made food for the workers to eat. A double bacon cheeseburger with a side of fries and a strawberry milkshake… it was probably a heart attack or food coma waiting to happen, but I needed one at this point. "Geez, Sara, the depression meal? What happened?" asked Lauren, one of my coworkers. She was a sweet thing, blonde with blue eyes, a hard worker who did this as a summer job to help pay for college. I was a bit jealous of her, really. Her dad was a single parent, but he was good to her and encouraged her. She was only a few years younger than me. I considered her to be a friend.

I smiled at him. His eyes darted upwards as he shoved his phone into his pocket to give me his full attention. “Sup, baby?” He grinned. “I was wondering if I could start working at the coffee shop again.” I shrugged. “I’m getting bored sitting at home all day, and I miss my friends. I want to make myself useful, and earn some money too.” Lazarus rolled his eyes, looking repulsed by the very idea. “I make enough money, why on Earth would you need to work?” he retorted. “Plus you need to rest, it’ll be good for the baby.”

“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.”

He clenched the medical report, his voice carrying a trace of pleading. "Ms. Saccone, I know I made a lot of mistakes in the past, but I really need this job. I promise I'll work hard from now on. I won't make the same mistakes again. Please, just give me a chance." I looked away and replied evenly, "It's not that I'm refusing to give you a chance. You're the one who threw it away. When you kept siding with Cassandra, did you think about the company's losses? Did you think about the coworkers who had to work overnight because of you?