You Had One Job Meme Novels & Stories

“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?"

"Cheers to you finally getting a job," said Sophie, my bestie, raising her glass like we just won the damn lottery. I laughed, clinking my drink against hers. "I know, right? It's been a long time coming. I was starting to think the universe blacklisted me." "Girl, you manifested that shit. New job, new money, and maybe, a new man?" She wiggled her brows suggestively. I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my drink. "Let’s just start with the job. One miracle at a time."

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.

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.

~°CORVETTE°~ 'Another day, another dollar.' Certainly, we would all agree that it's a cliche and overused statement, but I see no other way to describe how tedious my life has been for the past eight years. Off course, it all pays off when I'm rewarded with a handsome paycheck from Megan after a job well done and this new job wasn't going to be any different.

Haru glanced at the message, his fingers pausing mid-sip as he read the subject line again: "Exciting Opportunity with Little Ones Products Inc." Haru furrowed his brow, a mixture of curiosity and hesitation bubbling up within him. He’d been out of the traditional workforce for a few years now, dedicating himself fully to raising Hibiki. After years of working tirelessly in the corporate world, the transition had been both a blessing and a challenge. He enjoyed the time spent with Hibiki—watching him grow, teaching him new things, seeing his little quirks develop. But there were days when Haru missed the world outside the house, the professional identity he had once worn so comfortably.

“Thеn I саn go bасk tо work a hарру mаn, аnd I саn’t wаіt for tоnіght.” “Me either.” I had ѕhіvеrѕ juѕt thinking about іt. “Oh, I’m ѕurе уоu’ll bе thе еvеr рrоfеѕѕіоnаl you аrе to concentrate оn the job іn hаnd, but believe me whеn we get in that bеdrооm lаtеr, you’re mіnе.”

Jumy’s POV There was nothing sweeter and better than relaxing at home on a Saturday when you lost your job on a Friday! Nothing could ever beat that sweet feeling of being unemployed after two weeks of being employed at a job you kinda started having feelings for, nothing at all. And that was where I was at, loving the orgasmic feeling of being unemployed; the peace and tranquillity unemployment brought, I loved it. Fuck it!