Cosmic excuse note

I'm beginning to get the feeling I'm just not supposed to be at work this week.

Monday: Recovering from super bad, painful sunburn. Stayed home.

Tuesday: Nationwide communication failure on the rails, cancellation of all train movement. Had to find another way to work, causing chaos and confusion. Got to work late.

Wednesday: Intending to come to work early to catch up, we set the alarm to catch an earlier train. Did not plan on the power outage that renders our alarm clock useless. (Thank God for Justin and his internal alarm.) Catch regular train to work, which runs 20+ mins late due to congestion, and take long, jostling bus ride full of kids and their enormous backpacks that smack me on my poor shoulders. (Had it been my back, you would have seen me on the news for single handling murdering a flock of ballerinas.)

Sigh. Think this would work?:

Dear Boss,

D'Arcey can't come to work this week, as life seems to be hazardous to her health.

Signed,

The Cosmos