Category: Missing Work

Dumbass Excuses for Missing Work!!!

Dear Boss….

Ya know, this retirement gig ain’t all it’s cracked to be – yet. As a young man I thought by the time I retired, I’d have a few million in the bank doing what I damn well pleased. I was half right. I do whatever the Hell I want to do. Although I must confess that I probably spent a few hundred large having fun over the years, drinking, traveling the country, fishin’, drinking, chasing women, drinking, buying Corvettes for strippers, drinking….you get the picture. Did I mention drinking? All that “wasted” (pun intended) cheese would be nice to have stashed away for a rainy day at this point in my life, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I have had a colorful, if a bit eccentric, life and I offer no apologies for that eccentricity. I am just thankful that we have a loving, merciful and forgiving God. 

Excuses, Excuses

But, Hell, there are days I’d cut off my gazebos to get back into the work force. I’ve always had a pretty good work ethic when working, but when it was quttin’ time, I hit the door runnin’. Work hard, play harder. Even though I lived life “to the fullest”, I missed maybe five days of work in 20 years, and three of those were for funerals, my Dad’s included. What I’m getting at here is that I knew that feeling a little “measly” the next morning did not preclude me from getting to work on time and going full speed ahead for eight hours. No excuses. Period.

These days, I don’t see that sort of “I have a job to do and I am gonna do it to the best of my abilities every damn day I am there, no matter what.” Not that there aren’t millions of Americans who do exactly that, it’s just that so many of us are looking for an excuse to play hooky from work for the smallest and most dumbass of reasons. Some folks must carry the “Book of Excuses for Missing Work” (prolly downloaded to their iPhone) with them like a preacher totes the Good Book. And believe me, Brother, some of the reasons that a lot of dumbasses come up with are, shall we say, “inventive”.

Hello, Boss? I Can’t Make it in Today Because…

There’s an organization that keeps track of that sort of thing. No, it’s not us here at Dumbass News, it’s a far more obnoxious entity that would steal the blood from a vampire bat given the chance, if it hasn’t already done so. And guess what? We (you & I) pay these dumbasses to do stoopid shit like this. And the employees of this monster are well-paid, compensated with great benefits and a generous number of vacation days and no work holidays. Yet with all those perks, many of these douchebags are some of the laziest bastards known to Mankind, with their noses firmly planted in the pages of the “Book of Excuses for Missing Work” looking for an unused reason to miss a day at work so they can do something really important, like study the sex lives of tse tse flies during the second week of March during the peak of the tse tse fly humping season. But, I digress.

Following you’ll see a list of excuses that people from all over America have come up with to skip work and chase tse tse flies while they (the flies, that is) fly around and have airborne tse tse fly marital relations. This list is an honest to goodness project compiled by the United States Gubmint from information directly from employers from the four corners of this great land.

 — My cat had the hiccups.
Me: Tell us about the time your parrot lost his voice. Pussy. (pun intended)

— I thought I won the lottery (but, alas, didn’t).
Me: Yeah, and I thought Jessica Alba wanted to do the Horizontal Meskin Hat Dance with me. (alas, she didn’t) Dipshit.

— I got distracted watching “The Today Show.”
Me: You liein’ sonuvabitch. You got distracted watching lesbian porn. Pervert.

— My roommate got mad at me and cut the cord to my phone charger, so it didn’t charge and my alarm didn’t go off.
Me: Three words, asswipe. Wind.Up.Clock.

— You mean my commute time doesn’t count toward my work hours?
Me: No. And screwing farm animals doesn’t make you a porn star. A degenerate? Yes. Porn star? Not so much. Pencil Penis? (from yesterday’s post) Is that you?

— A fox stole my car keys.
Me: You ought to be friends with the guy in the excuse preceding this one. He likes animals too. Goat Boy.

— My leg got trapped between the subway car and the platform (OK, this one turned out to be true).
Me: One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. Burp!

— Try the honest approach: I have no intention of getting to work before 9 a.m. (start time was 8 a.m.)
Me: You know what the honest approach will get you? The unemployment approach.

— Sorry I’m late, I had a job interview with another firm.
Me: I hope it went well. Shit for brains.

— I had to take a personal call from the state governor (Again, this one turned out to be true).
Me: Suuuuurrrrreeeee. And I had to take a call from the Pope. Protestant.



***Excuses copied & pasted from Original UPI article. The responses are my own***


Dumbass Excuses to Miss Work! Take Notes for Future Reference

You’re shittin’ me?

My late Dad used to tell me that he wishes he was born rich instead of good lookin’. I face that same dilemma, but it’s a burden that I must carry until I am “The Late Toby”, which I hope is no time soon. The point is that if my Dad had been born rich instead of drop dead handsome (like me), then he would not have had to drive a truck for over 40 years and at least 6 million miles, most of that in Texas. I can tell you this: it was a rare occasion when Dad called in sick to work. Nowadays, people call in sick with some really, shall we say, “creative” excuses for not showing up to his/her job.

While doing my usual looking for something to steal from another site in depth research, I came across a web site named The Hiring Site. The following list of excuses for missing work are quoted verbatim from that site. My commentary will follow each “excuse”.

This is gonna be good. These are actual excuses used by Liberals, I mean Americans for not showing up for work.

Dumbass Excuses for MIssing Work

Excuse: A cow broke into my house and I have to wait for the insurance man. 
Head Dumbass: Three letters: B B Q. Enuff said.

Excuse: A chicken attacked my Mom.
Head Dumbass: Does Mom make B B Q chicken?

Excuse: My finger is stuck in a bowling ball.
Head Dumbass: Since you can’t B B Q  a bowling ball and the only good fingers are steak or chicken fingers, let me get my chain saw. Adios finger. Problem solved. Fucking sissy.

Excuse: My hair transplant has gone bad.
Head Dumbass: It ain’t gone half as bad as the size 12 I am gonna put up your ass will “go bad”.

Excuse: My girlfriend threw a Sit-n-Spin through my window.
Head Dumbass: was she on the Sit-n-Spin at the time of this incident? If she was, she’s a keeper. If you know what I mean and I think you do.

Excuse: I was on a boat in Lake Erie and I ran out of gas and the Coast Guard towed me to the Canadian side.
Head Dumbass: Grab a case of “Moosehead”, an OZ of Canada’s Finest and walk across the surface of Lake Erie back to the USA side. I have done this before. With good weed, anything is possible. Eh?

Excuse: My foot is caught in the garbage disposal.
Head Dumbass: Are you related to the chick with the Sit-n-Spin? If so, I hope you are a girl. I’m just sayin’.

Can you believe that shit? I know that many Americans are lazy dumbasses with the ambition of a spit wad, but, really, can’t you stoopid fucks do any better than that? Whatever happened to real excuses for missing work? stuff like somebody stole my weed and I can’t get motivated to work without it. Or…did someone bring a keg to work today? If so, I’m in. If not, I have to go buy one so I’ll be spending the day at home doing “scientific research” on what causes hangovers. There are a million of ’em, but the lame ass excuses above could have come from a guy on a street corner selling “Excuses to Miss Work Today” cards for 10 bucks a pop. The sad thing is that so many Americans would stand in line to get a good excuse to skip work, even if it cost $10. Meanwhile, the guy on the corner selling the excuses is working his ass off and getting rich at the hands of a bunch of lazy Occupy Wall Street pussies who smell like some NFL lineman’s ass after a double overtime preseason game in Dallas in August. It ain’t purty folks. It ain’t purty.