Drink Syrup of Ipecac to induce heinous fits of uncontrollable vomiting. (Dilute in water to prevent spontaneous accident on-the-spot).
Use women's makeup products to paint yourself sick: light brown eyeshadow works best as an under-the-eye prop for bags, some strategically applied foundation to lips provides that "pale" appearance, etc.
Moaning and clutching your stomach after a serious feast on burritos (make sure no one is within firing range...hooo doggy!).
Bake an Ex-Lax cake and eat it all (use entire box of Ex Lax chocolate cubes).
Use the old "I-have-diarrhea-and-can't-get-off-the-toilet" excuse.
Fake a seizure in the middle of a staff meeting.
Drink an entire bottle of Pepto-bismol after eating a plate of liver and onions. And run.
Have your mother call in and state that you awoke with a sweaty, fevered forehead, and your tongue appears to be turning black as you speak.
Mix 1 cup raw egg to one cup milk...let it sit on the counter for four hours, then drink. Then run.
Pour spoiled milk on your shirt and go to work. Tell every colleague that you just don't feel right today, and, heck, you seem to have really foul odors since you yakked before coming to work. Watch people flee.
Suddenly clutch your stomach and scream out, "Oh, My God!!! The baby is not kicking anymore!!" This works best if you are female, are NOT pregnant, and no one thinks that you are.
Call in and state that you have contracted Ebola from the African Sculpture that you purchased from the QVC Channel.
Call off sick with Montezuma's Revenge. If someone asks what this is, start gurgling into the phone, shriek, and hang up.
Contact a relative who is in the medical profession and have them hook you up with a doctor's excuse.
Cite the 24 hour flu when you return to work just one day after calling off.
Grab granny's perfume, and spray heavily. Explain to co-workers that you ingested some perfume at home, thinking that it was a glass of apple juice, and start doubling over, clutching your spleen.
State that the blood donation just a day ago had some complications...while donating, you forgot to mention that you are a hemophiliac, and since they couldn't stop you from bleeding, you're currently hooked up to the machine in the bloodmobile, and you still haven't clotted. You are currently en route to Cedars-Sinai in Loma Linda, CA. (This works best if you live on the East Coast).
You were attacked by rabid frogs en route to your car.
Your mother-in-law stopped by and won't leave. The SWAT Team is coming by to help with her execution.
Your brother from Naples, FL, thought he would be nice, and sent a strip-o-gram for your birthday. Only problem is, he paid for a weeks' worth of fun, and the fun just started. Today.
Your spouse's (insert body part here) was accidentally caught in the garbage disposal during an innocent game of "chance."
Ed McMahon and Dick Clark just sent you an envelope that clearly states that you are to remain at home to receive your million dollar check...today.
Be brave, and weed your yard, making sure to grab various plants, such as poison ivy, oak, and sumac, with your bare hands. Rub the plants all over you, especially tending to those "delicate" areas...you know what I mean. Go take a shower to set the poison. Then cry.
Call your boss and apologetically explain that you won't be in today because the window fan that was sitting on your bathroom sink fell into the bath, and you are receiving skin grafts as you speak.
Drink about a gallon of water, and go for a nice, long run at, say, NOON, in 90 degree weather. You won't be lying when you phone your boss from the hospital.
Make a heap made of honey near a tent and camp out. You'll have your choice of excuses: either you were eaten alive by bugs, or were attacked by wilderbeasts. Then run.
Make sure that when you read the newspaper, your hands are somewhat oily. Then rub the ink all over your face and go to work, explaining that your furnace was ablaze as you left the house...you should be relieved from your duties in no time.
Call your boss and alert him/her that the "deer tick bite" that you thought you had was actually diagnosed by the doctor as the worst case of genital crabs he has ever seen. Offer to show this to the boss, and as he/she declines, shriek into the phone, and hang up.
Offer all of your co-workers access to your "psychiatric" file that you created on your lunch break while at the computer. This brings us to the next suggestion...
Have a close friend call your boss, identifying herself as a very influential Psychiatrist from the D.C. area who is looking for you, her former patient. Have her explain to your boss that you left her care without her consent, and have been without psychotropic medication (Tegretol, Phenobarbitol, Ativan, etc.) since you left (insert time frame here). With your history of aggressive outbusts, you are currently considered a threat to society...you should be offered medical leave in no time.
Load up for the day with a box of Alka-Seltxer packets and head off to work or school with this agenda: Guzzle down some room-temperature water and pop a seltzer in your mouth before al large presentation. Mind you, you will need to remark sometime before this incident that you are feeling "under the weather." While speaking to the group, take a chug of pepsi or orange juice, get ready to defy physics, and spray the contents of your mouth to all in hurling distance. If this does not grant you a one-way pass from spending the rest of your day in hum-drum hell, then nothing will!
Buy a bag of one of those frozen entrees that has everything inside for a meal, and let it sit in the fridge until the bag swells, fire up the microwave and eat it. ALL of it. Wait about 2 hours, and you will be thinking you drank Drano instead of eating a meal. Run for the bathroom, and don't look back. You're gonna be out on an extended stay.
Just call in for 3 days and have your significant other say you are in the hospital, and leave it at that.
How about the old excuse that you have a very sick relative.... oh yeah, THAT'S NOT A SICK DAY! Don't use it!
How about some lovely 4 day old pizza, room temp, never refrigerated, complete with sausage, mushrooms, and pepperoni? Doesn't that sound like a nice excuse for botulism? Hey, now if you only had a syringe.....
It's the time of year in which we all encounter roadkill on our travels out and about. Why not help out your loal road crew and gather up the little varmin (hey, nature is already helping him along!), with a pair of gloves and a plastic bag, of course. Now, go to work, carrying in your new buddy, and set him near you on the desk, pc, etc.... it's not going to be long before your co-workers alert the boss to your new worksite addition, and you are sent home. With your buddy. You could always hand him off or provide a proper burial, it's your choice.
And for homage to all my gore-loving friends and fans, why not just walk into work, holding an envelope stuffed with baking soda powder, ring some around your nose, and roll your eyes into the back of your head. Let them wonder if its an illegal drug or anthrax. Either way, you are sure to see an ambulance, and the inside of a jail cell when the shit dies down!
Oh, this one is just precious.... saw this one used in person. Actually, I will now post a few that require my readers opinions. How about calling in on day one, stating that you chipped a tooth, and take a sick day? Then call in the following day and say that you now have a FEVER from a chipped tooth!
How about having your spouse, paramour, brother, internet boyfriend, etc. call you of, stating that you are suddenly "in the hospital." Sounds good, right? Then, for the next year mimic the exact same diet used by people who undergo GASTRIC BYPASS, yet deny that you had it done? Hmmmm.....
I am a personal favorite of the people who feebly cough during the previous day's shift, only to call off the next shift, because they are too afraid to work with someone, yet come back a day later totally cured of all illness! Miracles DO happen!
Or, how about just calling off after a 2 day weekend because you, well, just don't want to work? Why not just collect welfare and live out your dream?