Lazy Construction Worker Meme Novels & Stories

His gaze made my skin prickle. I wasn’t tired anymore. “Um, Boss, does this count as a work injury?” “No.” His reply was cold and distant. My mood plummeted. A mix of grievance and bitterness spread in my heart. “Oh… well, good thing I have insurance. Anyway, about the message I sent earlier—I was just joking.” Kian’s expression finally changed. His sharp eyes locked onto mine. “Joking?” “Yeah. Just a joke. That way, you’ll always remember your loyal assistant. Haha…”

But the smile came out for fewer people now, and when it did it meant something more specific. He reserved most of what was left of it for April. He set his phone face down on the edge of the desk and looked at Damien, who was looking at his screen with the complete focus of a man who had made work into a way of not existing anywhere else. "Just dropped April home," Lucas announced but Damien only nodded once. "Dude…your workers are going to resign or die of stress…one or the other." Lucas leaned back in the chair. "I passed three of them in the corridor looking like they hadn't slept since last Tuesday."

Cassian’s POV “Are you fucking dumb?” The words shot out of me before I could stop myself. The worker froze where he stood, his eyes wide as if he’d seen a ghost. He swallowed slowly and shook his head. “N–no, sir. I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to make such a mistake.” I let out a humorless laugh as I stepped closer to him, giving him that look I knew intimidated people. “So your sorry is supposed to fix this shit? That’s what you think?”

“Fucker laughed at me. We’d just been to see this guy, fucking widower, needed money for her burial, so he took out a loan from one of our guys.” “That’s how it always goes,” Carm supplies, eyes distant and cold, as he dips into ma’s half finished tumbler of gin sitting on the end table beside us. “Yeah, it went how it always goes,” I agree. “Slammed the bat into his kneecap, but what sense does that even make? What construction worker could pay back the good chunk of money we was asking for when he’s hobbled, not able to get back to work for weeks, if ever… But yeah, Jimmy laughed, called me soft for feeling anything.”

I am such a couch potato. I’m laying on the orange and brown floral couch my grandmother has always had. A whole box of saltines and a galleon water bottle within reach and the remote at the ready. My training program doesn’t start for a couple weeks, so I am soaking up every moment of responsibility free time that I can. The phone resting on my stomach chimes. I pick it up and see Jareth has reacted to the meme of a baby goat screaming. Then after moment he sends me a meme of a baby pig eat ice cream.

they gave each other a bear hug and broke free again. “Well, been here and there, nothing much whatsoever. What about you, haven’t seen you much these days…” “Working my ass off!” he said with exasperation. Lauretha laughed. “Still joggling different jobs? Dude! When are you gonna stop it already? You are too rich to keep working your arse off!” “I just wanna live like this, Lauretha. I promise I’m totally fine!” “Guys enough Pleasantries now.” Lucas said, then he turned towards Fabiano and asked, “Did you find what I asked?”

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.

I love when they say that. Everyone is going around the room saying the same boring crap about how much they've enjoyed working in blah blah company working on the same whatever project for x number of years. And their personal comment is usually something like "I enjoy reading technical journals." So when they get to me, I usually do something like this: "My name is Jake. I worked for Vandalay Industries for 5 years as a latex salesman, followed by brief forays into architecture and marine biology before becoming a programmer." About 90% of the time no one is paying attention as I am saying this stuff, but that 10% of the time, it's just magic and someone will just laugh out loud.

He's normal. "Are you stupid?" The lazy man snorted. And that made me paused with eyes widening. "Pffft! Sorry, Miss. He's not a PWD. He's so lazy to the core to the point he hated walking already. So, he uses a wheelchair. Pffft! Bwahahahahahahaha! LOL!" The blondie man explained. I blinked. . . . . .

Jeremy nod taking note of everything "What do you think about beginning a new R&D?" "It's a great idea and yes some workers should be fired but what about the one who have been working here for like ten years now?that's the problem,the lazy ones are the old ones and when the new recruited one comes in they dwell in the old ones so the lazy legacy continues"Jeremy voice out his thoughts,Isabelle smirk when one of the employees stood up to eavesdrop.