Workplace Novels & Stories

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.”

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.”

The towering buildings, each with its own story to tell, framed his path, a visual reminder of the challenges he had faced and the ones that still lay ahead. As he reached his workplace, the modern façade of his office building loomed before him. Richard's entrance was marked by a sense of purpose, his presence commanding respect from those who crossed his path. The day's tasks awaited him, a cascade of meetings, decisions, and interactions that were emblematic of the role he had embraced.

I stayed at my desk and calmly organized and printed out all my clients’ data. Then, I wiped all the data from my work phone. After that, I started to write my reflection report. Winnie came down for a while. She saw that I was writing my report and smiled smugly. She called everyone over when it was 2 p.m.. The meeting was held in the big meeting room located on the twenty-third floor. More than a hundred employees attended. Winnie sounded firm. “I want to reiterate that the office is a workplace. Don’t treat it like it’s your house or worse, like a garbage dump. Some people just refuse to listen!

“We use most spaces for multiple uses. Those who want the social or need to communicate can choose to work here between meals. Others work from their condos. We have meeting rooms that people book, otherwise they are used similarly to this but tend more toward a quiet workspace with no food or drink allowed.” “So your commute is zero. You get to choose your workspace by want and need. Now I see why your pack is so large.” “You sound like it’s a novel concept to you.” “Well, it is. Growing up in our den, you were told where you lived and what your job within the den was. Most needed to work outside of the den just to keep the den financially going.” “So you didn’t have den run businesses?”

Two months ago: Navigating the bustling halls of Miller's Corp, Ava found herself amidst the symphony of a corporate world in full swing. The clock struck 8:00 am, and the company came alive with a sense of purpose, with busy workers darting to and fro, each lost in the rhythm of their job and the business at hand. The grandeur of the company's premises, with its towering architecture and sleek design, was a testament to the scale of operations that unfolded within its walls.

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The exterior was adorned with lush greenery, and a small garden path led visitors to the entrance. After Mia left, I stood at the door to my office and stared out at the flurry of activity on the main work floor. It was an open-concept workspace designed to encourage collaboration and creativity. Rows of cubicles were arranged neatly, each adorned with colorful potted plants and personal touches, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise functional environment. The cubicles were equipped with ergonomic chairs and sit-stand desks, allowing employees to work comfortably. Everyone seemed to be very friendly with each other, and the atmosphere had to have contributed to that.

Magdalene said. “I don’t see any niceness in what King Rehoboth did; he should have allowed Alfred to chide the evil relatives,” Willy said, and gazed at Alfred’s face. “Well, I think you are right, Willy. How is work?” Alfred said. “Work is fine,” Willy said. “That’s nice. Why are you here at this time of the day?” Alfred said with curiosity. “Well, I have been at home for a long time; my workplace gave me a one-year’s leave over the conception of my wife,” Willy said.