Jupiter, oh Jupiter
I had an employee whom has thankfully left the company recently, and has a grand career in Advertising to look forward to.

The first little white ones related to a housemate's broken foot which turned out to just be a bad hangover, swiftly followed by a car breakdown that required repair in exactly the time-window he might be required to do his job in.
Obviously, since we were polite enough to humor him, he thought he'd up the ante, and in order to resign without giving notice he claimed his grandmother had fallen ill, requiring him to leave town and return to his parents' house - although we all know he's still in town. All of a sudden he gets in a tiz because he realizes I'll be able to drive past his house sometime and see his car, so instructs his 'friends' to tell me he's just stopped by for some clothes, and that he can't find any of the equipment he'd nicked (hadn't looked) and by now,
it's snowballed (the cold, not the salty kind) to the extent that apparently his ultimate counter-move in the event of us ceasing to humor him will be to fake a death certificate for his own grandmother to prove that he's not been in town.

Personally I hope he somehow blags his way into getting stabbed, might grow him up a little.
(chikkstrel, Sat 26 Jan 2008, 1:34, Reply)