Novel & Cerita Workplace

LK&A in Boston was the headquarter of the third highest paid company in America after Apples and just above Microsoft and the pay was high since it was difficult to qualify when they had other branches all over the world even a charity site. I have been unemployed for almost four months and my roommate urged me to quickly apply for a few jobs including the only company that I had never expected to certify for their simple examination. I’ve come so far and I wasn’t going to let anyone take my greatest accomplishment ever. “Miss Ebony On—” “Onyedika (Oh-e-yay-di-ka) but you can just call me Ebony.” I informed the interviewer as she nodded before she stood aside for me to empty. I was surprised

Jerry chuckled nervously. “Isn’t that how a workplace is made of?” He nodded his head in agreement. “Well, you have a point there.” They both chuckled. “So, how are you doing?”

I nodded although I was confused about the direction he was going with this. “You are very unproblematic, however..” And there it was “but”. You know when someone sings your praises and proceed to insert “but” in there making what they’ve previously said completely irrelevant. This was that moment my you’re great “but” moment. I knew I felt funny this morning but I wasn’t sure if I was being paranoid or what. Now I’m about to find out what’s really going on. “However, I don’t know what you got going on outside of school, but that’s where it needs to stay. We do not tolerate workplace drama and that goes for outside drama as well.”

… The moment the elevator doors closed, I was so nervous that even my breathing softened. Isaac didn't look at me, but his words were clearly meant for me. "This is a workplace, not a place for you to sort out your personal relationship issues. If you can't handle your private matters properly, then I'm afraid we won't have a place for you in this company." My heart sank, and a wave of grievance surged up. I wanted to explain what had happened that morning, but I recalled what he said about being my boss and having no interest in my personal life.

“You say that to me every day.” “Why did you come here? I thought you were busy.” “I don’t stay a minute past 6PM at work, in case you don't know. And this is 6:40PM, which means I left work forty minutes ago, and have been waiting in the premises for you for the last twenty minutes.” “I had so much to do.” “You don’t always have to overwork. There’s an office at home where you can use comfortably if you need to work. It’s stressful and demanding if you overwork here when everyone might have gone home.”

“Man, this stuff is good. Why did we use to drink such crap?” “Because that was all we could afford,” I reminded her laughingly and finished off my pasta before taking a sip of my own wine. “We’re not even working yet, but being able to afford stuff like this is definitely going to be worth it.” Gracie shot me a warning look. “Like you said, we’re not working yet. We have no idea who we’re going to end up working under.” “We can’t work under anyone. I’m pretty sure it’s against workplace policy to be under people in your office.” I grinned then started laughing when Gracie squirmed and flushed. Talking about or even insinuating anything about sex had that effe

He said through clenched teeth, irritated that no one could figure it out. “There could be a spy,” I said before I could stop myself. “A spy?” He repeated. “It could mean two things. Either this article was leaked by someone who works here, or someone was able to break in and retrieve information.” “No one can randomly break in here. The security is tight.” He rubbed a hand over his face, clearly losing patience. “So it could be someone who works here or used to work here.” “That’s impossible, Ms. Carter,” he said in a warning tone. “Very impossible. Here at Ways Enterprise, we do thorough checks on our employees before hiring.” He strode right in front of me. “Or are you implying I can’t do

“You know what’s dramatic? Walking into someone’s workplace with your tailored coat and your silent entitlement like you’re doing me a favor by showing up.” “I’m not here to fight with you.” “Then leave.” He didn’t move. “I’ll wait outside.” “You can’t wait outside! You being here at all is a disaster.” “I’m not leaving until we talk.” I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. “Why can’t the universe give me one normal day? Just one! First the pictures, then the comments, then my boss threatening to fire me, and now—now you?” I turned away, pressing my hand to my forehead, willing myself not to scream.

Alisa - Stryga Inc, her office Before entering my office, I stroll down a short hallway and pass my assistant’s desk. Official-looking diplomas and the like hang on the wall behind her. I catch a glimpse of F* reflected in one of them as she turns off her tablet and looks up at me. Does anyone even consider this company an actual workplace? Every employee is a glorified receptionist, and most of them dawdle their time away in front of their computers without doing any real work. When did I become the most diligent person around?

I don’t know why Steph called this world enchanting, I think tiring is a much better word for it. “Don’t you have a company to buy?” I asked, pulling the covers all the way up to my nose. I had quickly found out this weekend that Robert was rather fond of his air conditioning. It didn’t matter how cold or warm it was outside, inside of his house you always needed to wear a hoodie. “My company has a four day work week.” He answered, shutting his eyes again. “It increases workplace productivity by avoiding fake sick days, boosting company morale and improving employee satisfaction rates. Seeing as everyone hates Mondays, that is the day I decided on.”