Our Overtime Novels & Stories

Thea swore and assured them. These employees’ income mainly came from overtime. Their average salary was around 2,000 dollars. Without working overtime, they could only earn about 2,000 per month. Working overtime would allow them to earn five to six thousand and sometimes even reach seven to eight thousand per month. Although it was exhausting, many people were willing and looking to work overtime in factories.

I close for the day and step out of my office to issue similar instructions to Neil. "I was already wrapping up," Neil replies, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose. "Please expedite the recruitment process. I don't want you working excessive overtime," I instruct. "I'm grossly overpaid for the extra time I'm putting in. I'm not complaining," Neil responds. "I am," I counter. "I want you alive, Neil. Don't burn yourself out on me. No amount of money is worth the adverse effects of overworking on your health," I tell him.

He concealed his identity and joined the company from the very bottom as a salesperson, earning the top sales award for three consecutive years through his own abilities. "From today onward, Alex will be officially taking over the Waverton branch of Lincoln Group as the General Manager!" Thunderous applause immediately erupted, filling the banquet hall. Everyone joined in, clapping wildly, whether they were sincere or not. I straightened my clothes and slowly made my way up the stage under Max's teasing gaze. Taking the microphone from Dad, I swept my gaze across the awestruck faces turned toward me. "Thank you for your applause. "The first thing I will do upon taking office is to abolish th

I want freedom—not life as a monitored prisoner! I could only laugh in exasperation after looking at the post. There was no mandatory overtime policy at our company. I had even issued a direct order prohibiting meetings after 5:00 pm to ensure all employees could leave on time. They simply chose to work overtime because the overtime compensation was excellent. I found Bianca's so-called claim of being watched to be absolutely absurd. I had never made the shuttle service mandatory, as every employee had the right to refuse the ride. Those people in the comments section were completely unaware of these facts, though.

"Five o'clock, Mom, two hours overtime. What's going on?" Celine asked, surprised when Ms. Maggie didn't usually call at this time of the day to ask what time she would be home. "Oh, that means no more overtime until night, huh?" Her mother's voice from the other side asked back. "No. I worked overtime until 8 o'clock yesterday because the materials were still piling up. Now it's just finishing, so the overtime is only until the afternoon," Celine replied, trying to explain.

My stupid boss gave me overtime for dozing off at work. I didn't get why, though. I finished all the work, and yet, he punished me. Maybe he was a sadist who enjoyed other people's suffering. That must be it. That cruel devil! No matter how much I curse him internally, I had to suck it up and obey his orders. I decided to complete some of my work from tomorrow in advance so that I could take it easy tomorrow. However, after two hours, when the office building was entirely empty, I started dozing off again. I jerked my head and sat upright. What if Elian caught me again and gave me overtime for the entire month? God, no, that's a nightmare!

Thus, everyone was working overtime to over-complete their tasks. Even if they were not doing this for the five-fold bonus at the end of that year, they needed to at least keep their jobs. Where would they find such a good job if they lost it? It would be too late to regret by then. It was only half a month, and it would be over if they clenched their teeth and endured it. After the video conference, the entire East League Capitals went into overdrive. The heads worked overtime day and night and the people working below them could only follow and do the same.

I paused for a moment, then continued, "During the holidays, the office will remain fully operational; water, electricity, and heat included. Anyone who wants to work overtime can sign up voluntarily based on their own personal circumstances. "Overtime pay will be triple the normal rate. And if you accumulate three days of overtime in total, in addition to the triple pay, the company will also give you an extra 500 dollars as a 'grind bonus.'" The conference room instantly exploded. A few older employees, weighed down by mortgages and car loans, practically had sparkles in their eyes. "You're the best, Lyra!" "Thank you, Ms. Pierce! I was just stressing about next month's mortgage!"

“Oh… sorry sir, I zoned out.” “It’s time to leave,” he says, “Thank you for doing overtime to help me with the blunder.” I nodded at him and slowly started packing. The clock said 8 o’clock, and I somehow understood Miles’s concerns. For the entire week after his birthday, I had been working overtime. But in my defense, I was feeding two adults. I needed the extra cash I got from overtime. “Would you like a ride home?” I looked at him for a while before responding.

At this moment, the manager's voice came. "Colleagues, we will be receiving a few groups of important clients tomorrow. Thus, all of us will work overtime! Everyone better freshen up and buck up, you'll receive double pay. No latecomers and no early leavers! Otherwise, you'll pay back triple! You won't receive your overtime pay and one day's pay will be deducted!" Why did they have to work overtime suddenly? She already made plans! Sigh. She would have to work overtime again in the night!