You wake up one morning and find that you've been booked off for the week, but you have no memory of it. You frantically call your boss to explain that you're not actually on vacation, but they're not buying it. "I'm not on vacation, I'm not on vacation, I swear!" you repeat, as if the phrase itself will magically transport you back to your desk.
But it's too late. The boss has already booked your replacement, a highly competent intern named Bob from HR. Bob is now sitting at your desk, trying to figure out why the coffee machine is beeping.
As you stand in the doorway, trying to convince your boss that you're not on vacation, you realize that your only hope is to feign a severe case of the plague. "I have a bad case of... of... of... Sudden-Onset-Desk-Phobia!
- Call in sick, even though you're not really sick
- Blame it on a "family emergency" that doesn't actually exist
- Use the old "I've been kidnapped by aliens" excuse, but only as a last resort