Tee Hee. I have a friend (and yes she is a nice person who I am otherwise friendly with) I used to work with. Anyway, she is a hypochondriac (slappy, that means she thinks she's always complaining about her health ... a nymphomaniac is something slightly different ... see
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Anyways, she was always taking half days, days off, spending all day talking to her doctor, friends, co-workers about whatever lump, bump or rash she had wrung out of her poor over-examined body. I was pissed at getting lumped with her share of the work even though we worked in different departments and my direct commenting of her abuse was falling on deaf ears. Finally she called in sick one day (I won't repeat the gross details she tended to provide of her bodily functions and ailments thereof) but let's just say I couldn't adequately explain it to her boss. Instead I suggested that he take us all out for an ice-cream sundae (it was summertime) since it was a Friday and we were (again) short-handed. He agreed and the following Monday morning when herself arrived in and heard about the company excursion, was royally peed off and verbally accosted us all. Since this upset her so much I delighted in telling her, each and every time she was out sick, at the doctor, late in because she was busy inspecting her moles in the mirror, that the boss had surprised us with perks or bonuses or whatever I thought would make her steam! She soon realized she was missing out and although most of the stuff I made up, the boss and other workers adequately embellished such tales to drive her crazy. Strangely enough her absences grew fewer and fewer ... I wonder why!