I felt soooo bad.....A few years ago I was working on a large construction site in south east london. The job was not too bad, but they had this idea about making people work weekend overtime once a month without getting the time and a half you would rightfully expect.
chutney to that i thought, i'm going drinking (i was about 18 and had no intention of hanging around on a summers weekend to watch concrete slabs being poured)and hatched a plan with a friend that he would ring up on thursday morning (friday might look a bit sus i thought) and speak to my boss with a really disgusting porkie about another friend having been run over.
Thursday morning came and went, i thought my so called friend had failed me or bottled out and i was rapidly thinking of a good excuse to get me into the pub at a reasonable time when the call came out on my radio that i had to see the guv'nor URGENT!!
I trotted off back to the offices where i was met by my ashen faced boss. He ushered me into his plush office where he said i might like to sit down as i had an important phone call. Jackpot I thought, Dan has come through after all. The trouble was, it all looked so serious and my boss looked sooooooo pale, I didn't know if i could actually speak to my mate who i knew would try and make me laugh as soon as i picked up the phone.
Somehow, with the fear of getting busted parylising my humour gland i managed to take the call without cracking up. Once the phone was down my boss, the lovely chap that he was, reached to his filing cabinet and offered me a small whiskey 'to settle my nerves' after my terrible news. Dan had explained to him that another mate had been hit by a truck and was in itensive care and family and friends should go and visit within the next few hours if they wanted to see him alive. My boss wes so moved by my plight he offered me the use of his company car to get back to the midlands quicker than the train. When i told him that i didn't have a licence he insisted that he give me a lift to the station, via my house to pick up clothes for the weekend and that i should also take a couple of days off to recover from the shock.
I used a similar porkie a few years later but said i had been messing around and accidently chased a friend in front of a range rover. i got the time off that i wanted but felt truely wrong when the boys at work had held a whip round for the girl i had supposedly hospitalised.
i know i'm going to burn in hell
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Tue 25 Nov 2003, 12:29,
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chutney to that i thought, i'm going drinking (i was about 18 and had no intention of hanging around on a summers weekend to watch concrete slabs being poured)and hatched a plan with a friend that he would ring up on thursday morning (friday might look a bit sus i thought) and speak to my boss with a really disgusting porkie about another friend having been run over.
Thursday morning came and went, i thought my so called friend had failed me or bottled out and i was rapidly thinking of a good excuse to get me into the pub at a reasonable time when the call came out on my radio that i had to see the guv'nor URGENT!!
I trotted off back to the offices where i was met by my ashen faced boss. He ushered me into his plush office where he said i might like to sit down as i had an important phone call. Jackpot I thought, Dan has come through after all. The trouble was, it all looked so serious and my boss looked sooooooo pale, I didn't know if i could actually speak to my mate who i knew would try and make me laugh as soon as i picked up the phone.
Somehow, with the fear of getting busted parylising my humour gland i managed to take the call without cracking up. Once the phone was down my boss, the lovely chap that he was, reached to his filing cabinet and offered me a small whiskey 'to settle my nerves' after my terrible news. Dan had explained to him that another mate had been hit by a truck and was in itensive care and family and friends should go and visit within the next few hours if they wanted to see him alive. My boss wes so moved by my plight he offered me the use of his company car to get back to the midlands quicker than the train. When i told him that i didn't have a licence he insisted that he give me a lift to the station, via my house to pick up clothes for the weekend and that i should also take a couple of days off to recover from the shock.
I used a similar porkie a few years later but said i had been messing around and accidently chased a friend in front of a range rover. i got the time off that i wanted but felt truely wrong when the boys at work had held a whip round for the girl i had supposedly hospitalised.
i know i'm going to burn in hell
