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| Excuses for Skipping Work
Janet Kuypers 3/6/16 With our insane work schedule and how you could never miss a deadline, I never took sick days off. But one time I decided I wanted to go out with the guys, there was a lull at work one week and I decided to pick a day to go out where I could take the next day off — I had to make sure it looked like I wasn’t taking a day off for a long weekend, so it couldn’t be a Monday or a Friday. I thought for a second — hey, let’s go out on a Tuesday night and I’ll just take a sick day Wednesday. No one will think I was playing hooky by calling in sick in the middle of the week. So Tuesday night came, and we went out, drank a ton, and at one point I was walking down the street with my arms over the shoulders of two men, and we were walking in stride, laughing. But I think one of the guys stepped in my path, so my right foot landed on his, and it twisted my ankle and down I went. My guy friend saw me, turned around and sat down, saying, “Okay, this is a good place to sit down.” But no, he didn’t understand, I was actually in pain, it was like I had fallen and I couldn’t get up. These guys were my neighbors, so we went home and they helped me to my apartment door. Fifteen minutes later I had to call my neighbors (who had my key) and asked someone to get ice for my ankle. When my neighbor came over, he swore my ankle was swollen with a welt the size of a baseball. Good thing I happened to have gauze and crutches. Because yeah, I took that next day off, I couldn’t really walk, and I hobbled into work Thursday. My supervisor came into my office. “I thought you were just playing hooky yesterday,” he said. “Well, obviously I wasn’t,” I said, and although I had a sprained ankle, it was like no one knew the wiser. And like I was one of the boys, it was cool to have so much fun, on schedule for us, on a Tuesday night. |
