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.”

From another corner, one of the younger workers laughed. “Or maybe he’s like a carpenter who ran out of nails. Completely useless all day.” Quiet laughter spread behind the rows of unfinished cabinets. Liam immediately turned toward them with a sharp glare. “If you don’t want to lose your jobs,” he said heavily, “get back to work.” His voice remained controlled, though a thin crack of anxiety still slipped through. The workers pretended to become busy again, though occasional suppressed smiles still passed between them. Liam knew they were only joking.

-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.

Drake asked him lazily. Then he continued to say, "Oh! Yes, today's an exception but isn't it always calm and peaceful around this forest? Who wants to go for hunts when we can simply sit and eat how much ever we want from the investments my grandpa had already made for several hundred years. See… even now you made me speak so much... So I am fatigued to even lift any of my limbs, and I need to rest," Drake, the lazy wolf, mumbled and laid down on the floor while spreading his legs and hands. Beryl sat next to him and yawned along with Drake. Jerry couldn't believe the reason he heard from them both for their laziness. His face was red from anger and he wanted to punch them both very badly.

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.

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.”