You Had One Job Meme Novels & Stories

I loved it. One evening, as I curled up with my phone, he sent me a meme of a dramatic puppy with the caption: "Me waiting for you to accept the job." I snorted, rolling my eyes. "I’ll work for you, but not as your PA." His reply came instantly. "Oh? Then what?" "Head manager in Nolan’s department." He paused for a second or two before he started typing again. "You’re joking, right?" I bit my lip. "Nope."

“Okay, boss. Please, go ahead” “Alright. We all know everyone started as kids. We all passed through that high school phase where we played different games like football, basketball, volleyball and the rest. I don’t think there’s anyone here that didn’t pass through a high school. Is there?” I looked around, searching for any hands up. “You seem to me like one that didn’t Donald” Max joked. “You’re right. I didn’t. I just managed to land a job here without evening going through middle school” They both laughed.

Not as big as mine, right? Before the girl had time to speak, Angga spoke again. “So many incoming chats about applying for a job at that moment, all of them were complaints. Why do I reply even though? You should also understand, looking for a job is not easy. Now I'll make it easy for you, you just have to accept the money from me. Is it enough? It's definitely enough. I'm not unemployed even though I work. My job doesn't pay me a small salary either. You can relax, there's nothing to worry about.”

Maya's words dripped with anger. Upon spotting Maya, Mr. Tony's smile grew wider. He was relieved to see her. "I'm so sorry for everything I've done," he sincerely expressed. "Do I need to remind you that you've already said that, twice? But how did that work out?" Maya added, frustration evident in her voice. "You got the job," Tony announced to Maya, leaving her confused as to his meaning. "What job?" Maya inquired, seeking clarification. Noticing Maya's perplexed expression, Tony elaborated, "The job you wanted, the promoter position. Well, you're hired. That's your dream job, isn't it?"

A chuckle escaped her lips, “ says the man whose whole life revolves around his job.” She was right, though. Everything I did revolved around my job, including her. Mila's pov… I sent a text about being down with a cold to our friend group chat. I giggled as their sad Gifs started flying, they were the kinds of Gifs that weren't meant to be funny, but would have you cracking up. I picked up another set of pants to try on, none of my corporate outfits were a perfect fit anymore. Zaden walked in already dressed for work in his monochrome suit shirt that hugged his biceps tightly.

I ignored every one. Then the messages started pouring in. We're not breaking up. You're just upset. We'll talk when you calm down. Come home. I was about to silence the conversation when another notification appeared. Liam Carter [crying cat] meme I stared at the screen, waiting for him to realize he'd sent it to the wrong person. One minute. Two. Nothing. Instead, another message popped up. I figured you could use this more than I could. Attached was a digital coffee gift card.

Present. Sometimes that was the whole job.

Fatima says taking a little bite from my food. “Hey, don’t touch my food and I am not joking.” I say hitting her hands away from my food. “Can I ask something?” Emma says looking confused. “Yes.” Fatima and I both answer. “Why is it a big deal?” “It’s a big deal because that man has gotten Umit fired three times,” Fatima says. “How?” Emma says looking at Fatima and me with disbelieve and shock. “When I was at university, I had three part-time jobs and got fired from all of them because of him,” I tell, remembering how I lost all my jobs because of that man.

I said while laughing. “Well, you don’t look very convinced at all. You might not realize this, and I didn’t want to say this to you like this but…there’s not a lot of jobs out there that’s going to make you 700 million dollars. Most people live and die without even seeing that amount. I’ll probably be one of them, seriously,” Justin said as he glared at me from across the coffee table.