You Had One Job Meme Novels & Stories

“You have the other job. Robbie only has one.” “See, Jack, when you have two shitty jobs for minimum wage, one pays rent, the other pays utilities and groceries. However, minimum wage jobs are a dime a dozen. I can go find another one and be working in an hour. When you’re not fussy about the work and have a flexible schedule, most employers will hire you on the spot.” She walked out of the office. She heard the screeching of the metal feet of his chair sliding on the floor as he chased her. Her feet faltered at the sight of the large man standing at the counter as a sense of déjà vu hit her hard, but she pushed it aside at the sound of stomping behind her.

Remi managed to recognise Debbie under all the mess. “Won't you help a friend, Remi? I don't have a job and you're a whole freaking CEO,” she slurred. “How's that fair? You can get me a job though right? Like a manager or something. Since Mosley was fired and all. I'm sure I could do a good job.” She slurred. I didn't even know what to say. How do respond to a delusional drunk? “Oh, come on Remi, you know I deserve it. We can be two bosses in the industry, you and me. Oh come on you want an apology? Fine. I'm sorry. Just please, please give me a job. I'll take anything.”

I chuckled for a long time with my friends looking at me like I had gone bonkers. “Guys, let's go clubbing tonight. I need a stiff drink because one thing is of certain. There is no way on this green earth that I am getting that job.” After telling someone that was going to be my boss to have an unpleasant day, he must be bonkers to give me a job as his P.A. **********************

Bima shouted, his brain working overtime. System, another idea! How do I make him even more embarrassed?! [System Suggestion: Create a more personal meme! Target the BOSS Zombie's 'failed review' content trauma!] [Meme: 'The Master of Disgusting Food Reviews – When Trash Food Becomes the Main Content'] [Effect: BOSS Vlogger's appeal -50%! Risk of random berserk mode!] Random berserk mode? Bima swallowed hard. But there was no other choice. He looked at the BOSS Zombie, who was now focused on Lia, trying to capture her "epic counterattack."

She surprises, knowing that an inmate like me was had nice jobs outside before end up here. “But unfortunately…” She closes my letter and sighs, which’s making me tense and sweat. “We don’t have more job left which you applied on your application letter. You came late and somebody had already applied for that job” She explains. “But… we do have one job left!” She says. “Can you teach yoga?” She asks. “W-what?!” I respond surprisingly, my brows raised. “Oh, of course! Mmm yeah, I can!” I grin with a big awkward smile on my face.

“Don’t be dramatic. I’ve just been stressed. I told you already. What ever news you have is going to determine my diet for the following week, so out with it already.” “Way to put pressure on a girl.” She huffed, “I found two possible jobs, one as an extra in a zombie movie…” I shook my head, “that’s what I thought- off the list. The second isn’t really on the list. It’s a fifty fifty thing. It’s pretty much a rumor at this point but I spoke to Johan. Ya remember him?” “Yeah, the guy that tried to touch your boobs once, go on.”

I even had the maid double my portion of the food, I would need a lot of stamina for tears, wouldn't I? I was busy munching on my delicacy while scrolling through social media when a message notification popped up on my phone screen. My brows furrowed as I clicked on it. “Congratulations Miss Williams, you have been offered a job position at Glassdoor empire, the details of the employment will be communicated to you through your mailbox.” I threw a chunk of food out of my mouth and jumped up excitedly, I couldn't contain my joy, I had done it, I had overridden Jethro's condemnation.

It’s cracked, grimy, and currently displaying four unread notifications: two from my bank (rude), one from Chad, and one from my landlord that simply says: ‘Have you considered selling used underwear?’ Delete. Delete. Trauma delete. I open the job app with the same energy as someone re-downloading Tinder after a breakup. It’s all pyramid schemes and jobs with the words “vibrant sales environment,” which we all know translates to free labour. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. Somewhere between “dog psychic assistant” and “energy drink ambassador (must wear costume),” I find it. IMMEDIATE HIRE. NO BACKGROUND CHECK. LOVES KIDS A PLUS.

“Congratulations on the new job. I’ll be there soon.” Ps - remember me? What the f*ck?

Cookie's standpoint 'Don't let me Don't let me Don't let me down Don't let me down Don't let me down down down…' I sang along as I made the coffees for the workers, that was my job, coffee girl. Not exactly coffee girl, I delivered drinks to everyone, and snacks too and if they wish, food. It was the best I could get, I couldn't specifically use my original certificate with my real name to get any job. I could have gotten a secretary job with my fake one but some bitch had to use her puss to steal it away from me, so here I am.