You Had One Job Meme Novels & Stories

About a year ago, maybe? Her memory was recalled one year ago. At that time, it was very difficult for Liana to get a job. Yaps, she used to have bad experiences in the workplace. She was fired dozens of times. She was fired the last time when she was a waiters at a restaurant even without getting the last salary.

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

Rather, I typed the one thing that had been stuck on my mind for the past hour. Me: These memes are not helping since I may have or may not have fucked him last weekend...and also told him minutes ago that I was glad to work UNDER him! When I hit send, I dropped the phone like it was on fire and took a deep breath, already dreading what was coming next. Right on cue, my phone blared to life. HERA I sighed, the woman was about to scream my ears off.

Having to do crappy jobs and work for people I hated just to survive. Haha – welcome to the human race, right? Yeah, I know, I know – Join the club, Lily. There was a funny joke I heard last week on the radio that went something like this: you say you want a support group for people who hate their jobs? There is one! It’s called ‘Everybody,’ and they hold meetings in bars! But four days ago I’d met a guy for whom money was like tap water to me: something you just turned on. Took for granted. It was always there, as much as he wanted.

"Oh really? But that guy in the library told me that you're not working there anymore?" "You got fired?" Naomi asked, her eyes softened. "What? No. I'm just thinking of finding a better job." I reasoned. "So your day off is also your last day at work?" Jamie asked in a mocking manner. "Anyway, that's good because we have a job vacancy in our company, I can help you to get in." Is she crazy? Why would I work for someone if I have my own company and I am the Mafia boss? She's out of her mind!

Instead, I focused on organizing my desk, placing my water bottle and a few notebooks in their designated spots. Then, I spotted my new coffee mug—the one I had bought a week ago when I was still unemployed and desperate for a job. Seeing it sitting proudly on my desk made me smile. "Way to go, girl," I whispered to myself. A wave of excitement bubbled up inside me. Despite the rough morning, I had a job! A real, stable job! Unable to contain my joy, I stood up and did a little celebratory dance, snapping my fingers and wiggling my hips.

It has to. Going against my better judgment, I grab my phone and send Logan one of the better Game of Thrones memes I’ve been saving. There’s a chance he’s sleeping, but then the text goes from delivered to read, and I hate that he never disabled that feature on his phone. Because now I’m going to stare at my phone for the rest of the night waiting for him to reply. I exit out of my texts and check my email. This time, there really is another job rejection letter in there, telling me that while my resumé is impressive, I lack the experience the company is looking for.

"Do you remember the night of your anniversary? When we found him drunk at the bar instead of celebrating with you?" Lucy gasped. "Wait a second—you broke up with Jason, who was your boss? That must have been awkward!" Before I could respond, Judith rolled her eyes dramatically. "Very awkward." Lucy gave me a teasing smirk. "So, let me get this straight… You dated your boss, it ended badly, and now—if Judith’s expression is anything to go by—you’re caught between another boss and his best friend? Isla, what is going on? Are you collecting CEOs like limited-edition sneakers?"

The man was quiet for a while, then he spoke. "This is the only way I feed my family, do you know how many years I have been looking for a job, I graduated with a first class and it is useless, would you give me a job?" They were all silent for a while. All three of them burst out with laughter.

A whole lot of it that falls out at my feet, all in $100 dollar bills. I gape it, before a small piece of paper caught my eyes. Without hesitation, I grabbed it, unfolding it. Quit your job. ~A