I'm off work today, having thrown a sickie ie. 'phoned in and explained that my throat is sandpaper-raw, my nose has been tap-dripping all night, and I'm sneezing every other picosecond - all of which happens to be perfectly true, but going through the process nonetheless makes me feel somehow inauthentic. I find myself exaggerating the croakiness of my Frostrup tones, and adding a camp little cough, just to drive the point home.
I have, of course, previously thrown sickies on days when I've been perfectly well, merely hungover, underslept or undermotivated to face my pawing public. Perhaps this is why the act of telephoning is tinged with guilt.
What are your thoughts/experiences of sickies? Does your inner Calvinist disapprove? What's your most inventive sickie? |