Better hope the manager doesn't tell the boss.
I always lied about shit to get out of work. At one job I had to remember not to use the dead relative excuse because I think I had already killed off almost everyone in my extended family to get out of working.
The old father of lies was clever at telling half-truths: How shall you "know" good and evil, until you shall have sampled a little? Taste and be as Gods. But neither infinite power nor infinite wisdom could bestow godhood upon men. For that there would have to be infinite love as well.
-Walter M. Miller Jr., A Canticle for Leibowitz