| Creative Excuses |
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| Thursday, 16 May 2002 | |
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My stigmata's acting up. I can't come in to work today because I'll be stalking my previous boss, who fired me for not showing up for work. OK? I have a rare case of 48-hour wrist leprosy, but I know we have that deadline to meet... I am stuck in the blood pressure machine down at the Food Giant. I just found out that I was switched at birth. Legally, I shouldn't come to work knowing my employee records may now contain false information. The psychiatrist said it was an excellent session. He even gave me this jaw restraint so I won't bite things when I am startled. The dog ate my car keys. We're going to hitchhike to the vet. I prefer to remain an enigma....it's Monday. My stepmother has come back as one of the Undead and we must track her to her coffin to drive a stake through her heart and give her eternal peace. One day should do it. I am converting my calendar from Julian to Gregorian. I am extremely sensitive to a rise in the interest rates. I refuse to travel to my job until there is a commuter tax. I insist on paying my fair share. I was up on a ladder decorating the Christmas tree when my mother called me and told me I was Jewish. I fell off the ladder. I've used up all my sick days...so I'm calling in dead! Trackback(0)
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