Why I was late
"On the way to the station, I got hit by a bat, it almost took my head clean off. Then the machine would not accept my ticket and the guy at the gate didn't think I looked like the photo on my travel card. So I had to go home and get my passport.
Then the train was 45 minutes late to the station because of the dangerous badger threat at Carpenters Park.
When I was on the train it took and hour and a half to get past the biscuit factory because the driver was really fat.
Then there was a delay stopping at the station because the train in front had heard we were coming and decided to play a practical joke with a rubber shoe on the track.
That is why I couldn't get here on time today."
What's your best excuse?
( , Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
"On the way to the station, I got hit by a bat, it almost took my head clean off. Then the machine would not accept my ticket and the guy at the gate didn't think I looked like the photo on my travel card. So I had to go home and get my passport.
Then the train was 45 minutes late to the station because of the dangerous badger threat at Carpenters Park.
When I was on the train it took and hour and a half to get past the biscuit factory because the driver was really fat.
Then there was a delay stopping at the station because the train in front had heard we were coming and decided to play a practical joke with a rubber shoe on the track.
That is why I couldn't get here on time today."
What's your best excuse?
( , Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
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Just remembered this
Ended up on a massive bender one Thirsty Thursday, drinking till 9am and all that jazz.
Too bladdered to call in sick or make any sort of lame excuse, I simply turned off my phone and went to bed.
On Monday morning was called into the boss and given a bit of an eating, to which I calmly replied 'I'd booked the day off months ago'
'But there is no record of it in the online time sheet Parker Larkin!' proclaims the boss triumphantly (the cnut)
Dammit, says I, I keep forgetting to save those when I enter new data.
They weren't happy, but what could they do?SWEET FUCK ALL THAT'S WHAT!
HOORAY FOR ME!
( , Fri 29 Jun 2007, 18:29, Reply)
Ended up on a massive bender one Thirsty Thursday, drinking till 9am and all that jazz.
Too bladdered to call in sick or make any sort of lame excuse, I simply turned off my phone and went to bed.
On Monday morning was called into the boss and given a bit of an eating, to which I calmly replied 'I'd booked the day off months ago'
'But there is no record of it in the online time sheet Parker Larkin!' proclaims the boss triumphantly (the cnut)
Dammit, says I, I keep forgetting to save those when I enter new data.
They weren't happy, but what could they do?SWEET FUCK ALL THAT'S WHAT!
HOORAY FOR ME!
( , Fri 29 Jun 2007, 18:29, Reply)
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