How very dare you. I have never once āpulled a sickieā, as you call it, in this job. My work ethic is impeccable and I resent the mere implication to the contrary.
Might work from home for no reason tomorrow, though, Iāll see how I feel in the morning.
Used to relatively frequently in previous jobs. These days I canāt remember the last time I actually pulled a sickie. The guilt is very bad, and also my jobās alright. And I seem to need to take actual sick days (even if itās just a lil cold) more often than I used to when I first started working, plus the trigger for getting a talking to from yr boss is well low here, so yeah.
WAIT I have called in sick cos of hangovers a few times here
Nothing beats the slurred email at 11:30pm sent from a pub toilet laying the groundwork for a sincere āIāve got a terrible migraineā email in the morning.
In terms of āfeeble excuseā, in the last year (semi regular occurrence but got a bit spooked off doing this by getting genuinely ill more than usual in the same job)
In terms of āvery feeble excuseā, last 18 months (worked 9 til 3, half hour wait for train, 2 hours to north London, half hour to wolf down some food, 3 hours of shorthand, 2 hours back but then my train got stuck 2 minutes away from my home station and it took an hour to get into the station⦠woke up the next day feeling shattered but didnāt think tiredness was an adequate excuse so I played up the teeny tiny cold i had)
In terms of āno excuse, I was just very sad and had stayed up til 2am watching The Lion Kingā, 4 years ago.
I went to see No Age with a mate I hadnāt seen in ages a while back. Brilliant gig. Couple of tracks in and I decided āIām going to get really pissed this evening and call in sick tomorrowā. Enhanced the evening x100 I reckon.
Let everyone know via Slack the next day. Donāt think anybody cared. Iām generally pretty reliable and old/experienced enough to know when itās not going to stitch anyone up.
Once rang in from a festival campsite while I was working for Amazon. Was absolutely pilled out of my mind and Iām sure whoever was on the other end could hear me grinding my teeth and gurning through the phone.
At an old job someone phoned in sick then half an hour later checked in at a golf course on Facebook, where he was friends with our team leader. Daft idiot