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.
Can you hear me, will you listen?
Don't come near me, don't go missing
And in the lissome light of evening,
Help me, Cosmia, I'm grieving