This wasn't a made up excuse just a time when I called in sick and my boss didn't believe me. I was still living with my parents on their dairy farm, which is 6 miles out of one very small town and 10 miles out of another small town. It was 2 or 3 months after having my son.
We just got dumped on with snow. The city does not plow our street. The only people on our street are us, my grandparents who are in their late 80s, and my grandparent's friends who are in their early 90s. There is one other house that belongs to my great great aunt, but nobody lives in it anymore.
Anyways, we got dumped on with snow. There is absolutely no way I am making it out of our driveway, let alone down the mile long road that the city doesn't plow. My parent's couldn't afford to call a plow driver at that point (You know the awesomeness of living off of farm funds). I was supposed to go to work that morning, so I called in and told them I was snowed in. My boss, who is such a city person, told me to grab a shovel and dig myself out. I tried to explain that it was a little more complicated than that and told him how long my driveway was and how long the other road was. A shovel just wasn't going to cut it. He wouldn't except my excuses.
I should add at this point that I barely ever called in. Plus, the store I was working at was a small store in a small town. ON A GOOD DAY we maybe got 5 customers an hour (Store has since gone out of business). So on a day like that where it had just snowed, we were barely going to get any customers. There really wasn't a reason for me to be there other than that my boss wanted me there so that he could go back to watching TV in the break room like he always did.
My mom and dad were out there for HOURS trying to clear the road for me (I had to stay inside and watch Oliver). My dad even took a tractor out and tried to clear some of the path with that (Bad idea for an old tractor like ours, almost got that stuck too). This whole time I was taking pictures with my camera to prove how bad it really was.
Finally, 2 hours away from the end of my 8 hour shift I was able to get to work. I showed my boss the pictures, and he was like 'Well, you still managed to get here'. Ya... After 6 hours of unnecessary work by my parents.
He hadn't had a single customer all day and I only had one come in after I got there. Urg... Jerk.