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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There is no quiet place in London. Anywhere.
The only twice (and twice was enough - the harsh bastards, I swear they were waiting for a reason...) I pulled a sickie was when I was in London for the day
The hours worked were 5pm-10pm, sweet little part time job that fit with school, however, very easily forgetable and as with most things in my life, my trips were planned last minute.
Have you ever tried to find a quiet place in central London when you arrive and remember you have to pull a sicky? I doubt it. And beleive me it ain't easy. Finally found a pub, went to the bogs, and hey guess what, the music is played in as loud as in the bar.
I managed to blag HR by moving my hand back and forth over the mic of my phone and telling them I had crap signal in my house, something to do with aspestos...
Can't have been believable as was sacked the following month. I blame London.
( , Mon 12 Jun 2006, 20:09, Reply)
The only twice (and twice was enough - the harsh bastards, I swear they were waiting for a reason...) I pulled a sickie was when I was in London for the day
The hours worked were 5pm-10pm, sweet little part time job that fit with school, however, very easily forgetable and as with most things in my life, my trips were planned last minute.
Have you ever tried to find a quiet place in central London when you arrive and remember you have to pull a sicky? I doubt it. And beleive me it ain't easy. Finally found a pub, went to the bogs, and hey guess what, the music is played in as loud as in the bar.
I managed to blag HR by moving my hand back and forth over the mic of my phone and telling them I had crap signal in my house, something to do with aspestos...
Can't have been believable as was sacked the following month. I blame London.
( , Mon 12 Jun 2006, 20:09, Reply)
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