Excuses
"Why were you late to work today?"
"Oh, um..." I was rereading the letter about the library of carnivorous books and wondering what I'd do if work suddenly turned into a feeding frenzy. It seemed like a practical use of my time. Training, you know?
"Hello? Are you even listening? I asked you a question."
"Sorry. I'm, uh, not feeling so great today. And that's why I was late." I sound like a fourth grader explaining how the dog ate her homework. Again. Ugh.
"Well, that's the third time this month. You need to be more careful. If you need a sick day, just take a sick day."
"Right." I'm sorry, I'm homesick for a place I've never been. Does that count?
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