Discussion in 'The Green Room' started by Techman, Jan 22, 2007.
Have some tips.
#11 ain't funny- that shit can happen.
Here's another tip, don't call in sick from a Vegas casino, the familiar casino noise in the background is a dead giveaway.
LOL. Those were pretty good.
I've called in from a tree stand out in the middle of the woods before. I'd call my number two and the conversation is as follows: "Hey, man. Yeah. I'm waiting on big daddy to walk out. Yeah, I ain't feelin' it. 'k. Holler at ya tomorrow."
A few weeks ago, I was reclining on the sofa in an awkward position and sneezed pretty violently.
I immediately felt a sharp pain in my chest and thought I was having a heart attack.
Upon further examination, I think I pulled a muscle or did something to my ribs. Hurt like hell for several days (to the point that I couldn't lift my camera ).
Sammy Sosa agrees!
Called in sick the last two days in a row. Can't remember the last time I did that. I don't lie about it when I just feel like taking a day off.
I do the same...if I'm calling in, I'm actually sick.
I actually came into work on monday to wrap up a couple of tasks and let boss man see exactly how much of a biohazard I was.
Got no argument when I went home after two hours and didn't show up again until today.
I don't call in sick often. The last time I did was back in May when I had food poisioning and didn't leave my room for three days.
Though one time, at the first job I had in LA, I woke up feeling like crap, got dressed, got stuck in traffic, said "fuck this" and turned right around. That was fun.
Same here, unless I'm either puking my stomach past my mouth or running a fever high enough to cook eggs, I'll show up. My other half, however, thanks to her oh so wonderful parents, will try to show up to work even with vomit on her shirt and hell's own flames racking her body.
True story: her first time ever calling into work happened last week when she fell down the stairs during the big freeze we just had. But even that took me convincing her that she might have broken something and we needed to wait and see if she was truly injured. She was crying in pain and still wanted to drive to work on ice covered roads. Fortunately, the worst she got was a small bruise on her butt and a lot of concern from her co-workers.
I have 380+ hours of sick time. If I were truly injured, my short-term disability insurance would kick in weeks before I ran out of sick time.
It's my time, I'll use it as such.
This thread inspired me. I pulled my number two off to the side this afternoon and told him that I feel a dreadful fever coming on. I'll be sick tomorrow.
The best excuse I've ever come up with was my garage door was stuck and I couldn't get my car out. And it was true. That time.
I rarely call in sick unless I'm really feeling crappy. It's easier to just come in (even when sick) than it is to plan for a substitute teacher.
One huge reason why I'd never be a teacher.
Well, that and the students.
And their parents.
And human fucking civilization.
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