Some days, you don’t want to go to work. But you do, anyway, because you want to make a good impression. And get paid. That’s important, too.
But there are days when you have a legit excuse. Get into a debilitating car accident, no one but J.K. Simmons is going to expect you show up to work.
You’ve got a screening/premiere to get to.
Sorry, this is Hollywood. Everyone has a screening they’d like to get to.
I certainly don’t want to pay to see the shitty movie I worked on last year; the cast and crew screening sounds a lot more fun. But your producer doesn’t care about last year; she cares about completing this shoot, today.
Traffic is horrible.
Traffic is like the weather; the freeways are jammed for the righteous and unrighteous alike. We all got to set on time. Why didn’t you?
Seriously, I know a PA who called in hungover. The AD gave him a five minute reaming, and all the kid said was, “It’s the same as being sick!” No. No, it’s not. First, a hangover isn’t contagious; second, it’s your own damn fault. Learn to hold your liquor.
The alarm didn’t go off because [power outage/I forgot to set it/whatever].
Get another alarm clock. Get two. Hell, go full Doc Brown, I don’t care. Neither does your boss.
You need a “personal day.”