This morning one of my employees called me an hour befor his shift started. He said he wouldn't be in today.
"Why not?" I asked him. He stammered for a bit and then told me he was sick.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Look, I'm-I'm just sick, okay?" he said.
"Are you going to the doctor?"
There was a lenghty pause. "No."
"If you really are sick you need to go to the doctor. If you bring me a doctor's note the next time you come in, I won't count this absence against you."
"The doctor can't help me!" he exploded. "I'm just really, really sick!"
"You really don't want to lie to me," I threatened him. "or you may not have a job to come back to."
"I'm not lying! I'm fucking a dead racoon! How sick is that?!"