Awesome Sickies
A colleague has been off work for two weeks now - apparently he's got something they can't diagnose, (although they know for sure it's not Legionnaires, Malaria, BSE or AIDS, he's supposedly in isolation). We are all sure he's merely sitting in the sun waiting for the World Cup to come on the telly.
What have you invented to get off work?
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 7:40)
A colleague has been off work for two weeks now - apparently he's got something they can't diagnose, (although they know for sure it's not Legionnaires, Malaria, BSE or AIDS, he's supposedly in isolation). We are all sure he's merely sitting in the sun waiting for the World Cup to come on the telly.
What have you invented to get off work?
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 7:40)
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Interview sickie(s)
Working in Newcastle upon Tyne, I had an interview for a job in London on a Monday morning. So, instead of taking a legitimate day off (what a waste!), I decide to pull a sickie. Problem is, the interview is at 1pm and I have to travel 300 miles on the GNER. Hence, the sickie phone call has to be made on the train.
Luckily, I pick my moment well - between Durham and Darlington, fact fans - and the train carriage is quiet. I get to the interview fine and fortunately it seems to go well. The 300 mile return journey ends up with me getting back home exhausted at midnight so then I decide to take Tuesday off aswell.
On the Tuesday afternoon, I get a phone call in bed to say I got the job down in London. So, I proceed to get absolutely wrecked on the Tuesday night in celebration. This results in me phoning in sick on the following Wednesday morning thanks to excessive cheap champagne and strawberries at the wankiest bars the toon had to offer. BOOM!
So, three days of sickies and a new life down in London to show for it. That was almost a year ago and I'm loving it!
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 9:56, Reply)
Working in Newcastle upon Tyne, I had an interview for a job in London on a Monday morning. So, instead of taking a legitimate day off (what a waste!), I decide to pull a sickie. Problem is, the interview is at 1pm and I have to travel 300 miles on the GNER. Hence, the sickie phone call has to be made on the train.
Luckily, I pick my moment well - between Durham and Darlington, fact fans - and the train carriage is quiet. I get to the interview fine and fortunately it seems to go well. The 300 mile return journey ends up with me getting back home exhausted at midnight so then I decide to take Tuesday off aswell.
On the Tuesday afternoon, I get a phone call in bed to say I got the job down in London. So, I proceed to get absolutely wrecked on the Tuesday night in celebration. This results in me phoning in sick on the following Wednesday morning thanks to excessive cheap champagne and strawberries at the wankiest bars the toon had to offer. BOOM!
So, three days of sickies and a new life down in London to show for it. That was almost a year ago and I'm loving it!
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 9:56, Reply)
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