When I come in late my art director always shouts "You're late" like no shit sherlock. And he feels like I owe him an explanation. First I use to just say I over slept but he'd always have this look of dissatisfaction on his face. Now I just make gross shit up like I'm on my periods and I'm bleeding heavily. Last week I was off for three days because I 'wasn't feeling well' he asked what was wrong with me in the morning and I told him I wasn't feeling well. The later he asks 'what did you say was wrong with you again?' I said my boyfriend revved his penis so far up my a** I bled for days. I was late today, he didn't ask, I think it's working.