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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Playing Mom
The real reason was a debilitating case of Senioritis.
The excuse: surgery for kidney stones.
It was a beautiful day and my friend, Christa, and I could not resist the sweet temptation of the beach. It was a half day of school, which left us the whole afternoon free. Unfortunately, she was scheduled to work during those extra hours.
The solution? Call the supermarket that Christa worked at, pretend to be her mom, put on a most responsible tone of voice and declare that Christa's non-fiction kidney stones needed to be taken care of ASAP in a fictional surgery. I thought I'd chicken out when her manager picked up on the other line - a minute later I was gabbing away about everything from how much pain she was in to where she planned on attending university the following year. I made fucking small talk! And it WORKED!
( , Sun 11 Jun 2006, 2:30, Reply)
The real reason was a debilitating case of Senioritis.
The excuse: surgery for kidney stones.
It was a beautiful day and my friend, Christa, and I could not resist the sweet temptation of the beach. It was a half day of school, which left us the whole afternoon free. Unfortunately, she was scheduled to work during those extra hours.
The solution? Call the supermarket that Christa worked at, pretend to be her mom, put on a most responsible tone of voice and declare that Christa's non-fiction kidney stones needed to be taken care of ASAP in a fictional surgery. I thought I'd chicken out when her manager picked up on the other line - a minute later I was gabbing away about everything from how much pain she was in to where she planned on attending university the following year. I made fucking small talk! And it WORKED!
( , Sun 11 Jun 2006, 2:30, Reply)
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