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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Does school count?
Never being a regular atendee I could always wangle a day off if my dad went to work early as my mum was so soft she'd believe me everytime I said I was ill, after about 2 weeks of me not going my dad drove me to school and sat in his car outside the main gates till about 11am so I had to stay, now I felt really really ill (for once) and had to be sent to the nurses office as I went green and vommed all over the I.T room. So school rings my mum who rings the docs and gets me an appointment, doc thinks I'm pregnant, my dad had come to collect me from the doctors and being from a huge catholic family he can spot pregnancy a mile off and guessed what it was when he saw me go to the loo with a sample pot. In the car home my 'I told you I was ill you tight arse' didnt quite beat his 'there goes your life, well done'
me and my dad are still very close and he's a great grandad plus I passed all my GCSE's just to prove a point to him
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 9:25, Reply)
Never being a regular atendee I could always wangle a day off if my dad went to work early as my mum was so soft she'd believe me everytime I said I was ill, after about 2 weeks of me not going my dad drove me to school and sat in his car outside the main gates till about 11am so I had to stay, now I felt really really ill (for once) and had to be sent to the nurses office as I went green and vommed all over the I.T room. So school rings my mum who rings the docs and gets me an appointment, doc thinks I'm pregnant, my dad had come to collect me from the doctors and being from a huge catholic family he can spot pregnancy a mile off and guessed what it was when he saw me go to the loo with a sample pot. In the car home my 'I told you I was ill you tight arse' didnt quite beat his 'there goes your life, well done'
me and my dad are still very close and he's a great grandad plus I passed all my GCSE's just to prove a point to him
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 9:25, Reply)
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