Not me... never me...
2 tales...

First is a colleague that I worked with in a UK Health Insurance company. Although we normally worked the usual 9-5, 5 day week, this guy every week for several months worked Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday (the weekend was necessary because he had to catch up with the work he had missed out on during the first part of the week). The following Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were sickies because he felt that he had come back to work too early and hadn't recovered fully. Needless to say the following Thursday and Friday he was in... oh and had to catch up again over the weekend. He was paid time and a half for weekends as well.
We ended up signing a Get Well Soon card and sending him a photocopy of it every week until he "recovered".

Second... the fat lazy ginger twat from hell...
By now I had moved into Banking and TFLGTFH had been transferred into my section whilst I was on Annual Leave... Not long after I returned, I noticed that there were regular sickies... girlies' stuff, stress issues, mum's not well, ME, etc etc etc.. In fact I think she even might have tried leprosy... one time during a major illness (couple of weeks) a girl that worked for me went out to a nightclub and Lo! there she was TFLGTFH bopping it up like there was no tomorrow... The conversation went...
Girl : "I thought that you were sick"
TFLGTFH : "I am, but just because I am sick doesn't mean I can't go out and enjoy myself".

I took great delight in dispensing with her services shortly after despite her assertion that her mum would have my job.

Fuck you, TFLGTFH... you know who you are!!!
(bof, Wed 14 Jun 2006, 14:17, Reply)