I worked in an Estate Agency and had to go in every other Saturday morning. One Saturday I overslept SO late that there was no point in going in. I had no phone.
On Monday morning I put wads of cotton wool around my ankle, wrapped it with bandages, hobbled in to work and said I'd fallen down the front steps on Saturday morning. So sorry :o(
On Tuesday, I kept the bandage on and the limp prominent.
On Wednesday I overslept AGAIN!!! No phone. Went in late and said I'd forgotten I had had to go for an X-ray.
Wednesday afternoon I was called into the Senior Partner's office to take a file in to him. So I hobbled off up to his office and we had a chat about my ankle. He was very sympathetic.
Everyone in the office asked me, daily, how my ankle was.
By Friday I was fed up with the bandages and started to limp about wearing my knee length boots.
Anyway, that was that and my ankle eventually 'recovered'. Some months later I resigned and got another job.
Shortly after that I bumped into the Manager from that office in a pub once evening. He turned to his colleague and said ..............
"Do you remember that time when 'jauntie' pretended she'd sprained her ankle?"
I nearly dropped my drink in astonished embarrassment! hahahahahahaha
I worked in an Estate Agency and had to go in every other Saturday morning. One Saturday I overslept SO late that there was no point in going in. I had no phone.
On Monday morning I put wads of cotton wool around my ankle, wrapped it with bandages, hobbled in to work and said I'd fallen down the front steps on Saturday morning. So sorry :o(
On Tuesday, I kept the bandage on and the limp prominent.
On Wednesday I overslept AGAIN!!! No phone. Went in late and said I'd forgotten I had had to go for an X-ray.
Wednesday afternoon I was called into the Senior Partner's office to take a file in to him. So I hobbled off up to his office and we had a chat about my ankle. He was very sympathetic.
Everyone in the office asked me, daily, how my ankle was.
By Friday I was fed up with the bandages and started to limp about wearing my knee length boots.
Anyway, that was that and my ankle eventually 'recovered'. Some months later I resigned and got another job.
Shortly after that I bumped into the Manager from that office in a pub once evening. He turned to his colleague and said ..............
"Do you remember that time when 'jauntie' pretended she'd sprained her ankle?"
I nearly dropped my drink in astonished embarrassment! hahahahahahaha