Every once in a great while, my irresponsibility gland kicks into overdrive, forcing me to play hooky from work.
Tomorrow, I am happy to report, will be one of those days. Even now, I can feel myself withdrawing from the toils associated with my job.
My e-mail? I’m not bothering to check it.
The phone? All calls sent directly to Voice Mail.
Customers? Maybe if I ignore them long enough they’ll go away.
So, I think it’s clear that right now I don’t really give a damn, and have in fact started to plan my tomorrow.
There’s a hitch. I can’t think of a damn thing to do.
So, I turn to all of you: What do you do for fun when you call in “sick”? Suggestions for staying at home or going out are equally welcome.
Altho I admit, one time I was lured into an all night spades session with Smug. We played till 8:30 in the morning and lo and behold I was too late to go to work.
This is the only time I have ever done something like this in over 20 years of working, but it was fun and my spades game is pretty slick now
Give your children these two things: One is roots, the other, wings - Wally Wally He’s our Man
I called in sick the other day. When I got back to work the next day my boss asked me how sick I was. I told him I was so sick I could barely get my boat in the water.
One of the few to be personally welcomed to this board by Ed Zotti.
Mr. Cynical, you’ll be in my office at 8:00am sharp tomorrow morning or I shall consider this your tendered resignation. We’re going to talk about those missing office supplies and expense account padding, too.
You may also consider yourself notified of this latest entry in your permanent personal file.
That will be all for now young man. Remember, 8:00am sharp!
Oh yeah, I never mentioned my extreme paranoia, did I? Thanks, boss.
Fortunately, what was at first a joke has now become a true illness, as I am sick with fear. Truly, I shall neither eat or sleep until you see that I am not only fanatically devoted to the pope, but to my beloved job, for which I am eternally thankful.
