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call in sick and I give my little cough on the phone as proof, they’re gonna make me stay home for 15 days to make sure I don’t have. . .well, you know.</p><p id="5466">So that won’t work. Seems every symptom I’ve faked in the past will cause me to lose more than just a day. More than likely, they’ll quarantine the whole building, send everyone home, make us all go to the doctor and get cleared to come back to work. What can I do?</p><p id="c006">Flat tire? No, that wouldn’t take all day to change. Out of gas? No, everyone at work knows I filled up yesterday at the cheap gas station down the street. Car broken down? Not really feasible. It’s a fairly new, reliable car.</p><p id="acfb">Crap. Besides, if they shut down the building, I’m guessing the company will lose about a billion dollars.</p><p id="1a73">I wonder how long it would take me to repay a billion dollars out of the tips I get dancing at the se

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nior citizen home, when it re-opens? ’Cause I’ll surely be fired when they find out I was lying (some people at work read my stuff — stupid to brag about my writing at work, right?)</p><p id="14bc">Damn! Okay, times up. I guess I’ll take my chances and call in. . .something.</p><p id="9210">Let’s see. . .1,000,000,000 divided by 52 times 14.32 (weekly tips). . .no, no. Let’s see, 1,000,000,000 divided by 14.32 equals. . .</p><p id="d2c1">Aw, hell. Going to work.</p><p id="e4bd"><i>Chuck Roast is a Humorist at <a href="https://medium.com/illumination">Illumination</a>, a Top Writer in Satire, and Owner/writer/editor-in-chief of his own languishing publication, <a href="https://medium.com/dad-bods">Dad-Bods.</a> He’s also on Twitter and Linked-In, but doesn’t have time right now to find those links because his memory sucks and he can’t remember them and has to go to stupid work.</i></p></article></body>

“Sick” jokes not a good idea anymore

I’d Make a Joke About Calling in Sick Today So I can Stay Home and Write, But . . .

I would rather stay home and write.

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Okay, I’ve got ten minutes to write this story.

Per the Doc, we should try to keep stories short, like 300–500 words. He said some other stuff,too. I think he mentioned picking a single topic, writing each day, same topic, don’t be repetitive, don’t be repetitive. . .

But really, I just want to call in sick so I can stay home and write. I feel re-invigorated by the Doc’s methodology of trying to make us all more successful.

The problem is, if I call in sick and I give my little cough on the phone as proof, they’re gonna make me stay home for 15 days to make sure I don’t have. . .well, you know.

So that won’t work. Seems every symptom I’ve faked in the past will cause me to lose more than just a day. More than likely, they’ll quarantine the whole building, send everyone home, make us all go to the doctor and get cleared to come back to work. What can I do?

Flat tire? No, that wouldn’t take all day to change. Out of gas? No, everyone at work knows I filled up yesterday at the cheap gas station down the street. Car broken down? Not really feasible. It’s a fairly new, reliable car.

Crap. Besides, if they shut down the building, I’m guessing the company will lose about a billion dollars.

I wonder how long it would take me to repay a billion dollars out of the tips I get dancing at the senior citizen home, when it re-opens? ’Cause I’ll surely be fired when they find out I was lying (some people at work read my stuff — stupid to brag about my writing at work, right?)

Damn! Okay, times up. I guess I’ll take my chances and call in. . .something.

Let’s see. . .$1,000,000,000 divided by 52 times $14.32 (weekly tips). . .no, no. Let’s see, $1,000,000,000 divided by $14.32 equals. . .

Aw, hell. Going to work.

Chuck Roast is a Humorist at Illumination, a Top Writer in Satire, and Owner/writer/editor-in-chief of his own languishing publication, Dad-Bods. He’s also on Twitter and Linked-In, but doesn’t have time right now to find those links because his memory sucks and he can’t remember them and has to go to stupid work.

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