Hey crew,slow night at work.Same job all night.Boring! So I read the paper and this made me smile....
"The crucial dos and don’ts if you take a sickie.
You can guess from the name that something called The Forum for Private Business might lack a sense of humour.
The organisation has got its knickers in a twist over new wording on Coca-Cola's Vitamin Water that seems to condone workers throwing a sickie " taking a duvet day.
The usual dire prognostications followed. If just a handful of impressionable drones heeded the joky exhortation on their beverage bottle, British industry would lose a squillion pounds and the economy would find itself on a par with Zimbabwe's, etc. Well, my message to the FPB is: lighten up about sickies, because they're already happening.
The occasional dubious day off is one of the great pleasures of modern working life. For my generation, the practice was inculcated during schooldays, when an exaggerated sore throat or gippy tummy could be parlayed into a day on the sofa under a blanket drinking lime cordial and watching telly. Blame Dennis the Menace or the Bash Street Kids, whose school-skipping antics we emulated.
It was rare indeed, though, for this malingering absence to stretch beyond a single day. The allure of Crown Court quickly palled. And of course, you couldn't go out. So you rushed back through the school gates, rejuvenated by a deceitful 24-hour absence, to boast of your sickly histrionics.
The process transfers seamlessly to the world of work, only with bosses instead of parents " and no boasting, obviously. Again, it is unwise to stretch the time off beyond a single day, or to indulge in Ferris Buehler-style antics. You'd have to be pretty terminally sick not to answer your mobile so you're likely to get caught out if you are audibly at the cricket, or shopping amid the hubbub of Oxford Street.
As at school, plausibility is everything. The complaint should be bad enough to make it unwise to commute, or commune with co-workers, but fleeting enough to vanish with the morning dew. Claiming “food poisoning” will get you marked down as an unreliable drunk. Ditto choosing a Monday for your duvet day.
In my first job, I remember awaking on an overcast Tuesday in my then-girlfriend's flat in Greenford, just after she'd left for work, and deciding that my daily trek to Croydon was impossible today. I called a colleague (never speak to the boss direct " another important lesson), said I was sick, rented a VHS of Death Race 2000 from the local newsagent and settled in.
But as in childhood, the novelty of being at home all day wore swiftly thin. By 4pm I was desperate for conversation or activity. Even work.
This is the point. A moody sickie reaffirms one's appetite for toil. After a hooky day, the nose is re-applied to the grindstone with ardour. No one dares take more than one duvet day at a time, or more than a couple a year, for fear of inviting suspicion and the sack. AWOL days are a force for good in the workplace.
Not that I've ever taken one in my current job, of course. I wake each dawn with a song in my heart, eager to sprint to my computer screen. That said, I've got a bit of a gippy tummy today and the weather forecast is good. I might not be in tomorrow …"
Thank you London Evening Standard
.Gonna play a tune....
Thumb away tho I have no idea why whoever is doing it chooses to do it, seems like a lot of wasted energy if you ask me. Nem'mind. 
Don't worry about it Bazza - it really is their problem, not mine.
