Legitimate Leave Form

This form is only to be used for verifying an unexpected leave of absence by an employee (FT or PT) a trainee, or anyone else who is under contract with Monsters Inc. Any unauthorized usage of this sheet is prohibited. Also, if the person whose record is in question is found not to have a legitimate excuse for said leave, all report filers will be notified. The employee, trainee or contract worker's job/training status with this company will be considered in the judging process, as will their previous job records, or, in the case of a trainee, the secondary/post-secondary school record will be considered. Thank you for taking the time to fill out this form. In the case of a person who really does have a good excuse for leaving, it will no doubt prove beneficial to verifying this associate's character.

Thank you,

Sidney McConnelly

Vice President, Employee Services

Name of Employee/Trainee: Randall Boggs

Status:Trainee

Date of Beginning of Absence: Septemeber 23, 1983

Duration of Absence: 7 days

Date of Return to Work/Job Training: Septmeber 30, 1983

Report Filed by(omit if same as the absentee): James P. Sullivan

Status of Reporter: Trainee

In your own words, state the events leading up to the leave of absence, why an absence was necessary, and who was involved in the reason for the absence:

The day before the incident, when us trainees were given a tour of the workplace, we got to see the lunch room. When they showed us what kind of food they served there, I looked at the pies. Suddenly, I felt something at the back of my neck. My face got pushed into a coconut cream pie. I turned around, dripping with cream, and saw Randall standing in line, acting so perfect, whistling and smiling as though there was nothing wrong. I wiped the pie off my face to the tune of laughter from all the others. Of course the guy giving us the tour hadn't seen a thing, and figured I must have tripped into the pie.

I wasn't mad, but I knew that I wanted to get Randall back just for fun. I figured he'd shrug it off and mock-threaten me, like he used to do in gym class ("You're mine, sucker. I'm gonna wipe that smile off your furry ugly face!").

So I asked my friend Mike, who's kind of an expert on many hobbies; at least, is an expert on one until the next one comes along; then yoyos are "HotPotatoesVille". Anyway, this week it was sleight of hand tricks, and boy did he show me a good one. It was perfect.

So, we're at lunch the next day, and I bring a box of raisins. (I'd counted them last night, 50) Randall is sitting at the end of the lunch table, eating a hot dog, and I ask him, "Hey Randall, how's about a contest?"

"I like contests, Sullivan." (We were already learning to refer to each other by our last names.) "Especially ones that I win. What are the stakes?"

"Loser buys winner lunch for a month."

"Getting better and better." He rubbed his hands with delight. "What's the contest?"

"Raisin stuffing. Up the nose. Have one minute. 25 raisins each."

"Deal." He shook hands with me. Something I never thought Randall would do.

I poured out the raisins on the table and counted out 25 for him. He grabbed them and put them in front of him. Mike set up the stopwatch.

"Okay, ready?" he asked me.

"Ready?" I sneered at Randall.

"Ready," we said in unison.

"Okay, 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1..............gentlemen, STUFF YOUR NOSES!!!!" Mike pressed the button on the stopwatch to start it.

Okay, now here's the trick. Instead of stuffing the raisins up my nose, I was eating them! How, you may ask? When I picked up the raisin, I pressed it against the palm of my hand with my thumb and put my hand over my mouth. Then, while I ate the raisin, I stuck my finger up my nose!

Randall didn't seem to be having much "luck". But he did manage to get some up there. And then, before I knew it, time was up.

"10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, and the CHAMPEEN ISSSSSSS...........SULLY! You win! Now everybody can go back to their lives! Oh, and Randall is in deep debt. Hey-"

Mike stopped and looked over at Randall. I looked,too.

His face was a darker blue than I had ever seen him change before. He was making gasping sounds and grabbing at his face.

"Randall? What's wrong?"

"My-hack-ack-huuugth-yeach-no. Noooo!"

I suddenly realised what he was saying; "My nose!"

"Gasp-ack-can't-huuuuuugth! HUUUUUUGTH!" I jumped out of my seat and ran over to his side of the table. Randall thrashed around and changed an even darker blue, almost black. I sat on his legs.

"Mike, go ask somebody if you can borrow an eyebrow tweezer." He did so. (Incidentally, that was how he met Celia.) I held down his arms with one hand and tried to tweeze out the raisins with another. I managed to get two out, but there were 7 more (16 left on the table). The others were too far in, and Randall was squirming too much. I sent Mike again, this time to call an ambulance. 20 minutes later, the paramedics came and took him away.

Later, I learned that he had to be sedated before the other 7 raisins were removed. They also had to keep him overnight because of nosebleeds and possible brain damage from oxygen deprivation. He was ordered to spend the rest of the week at home relaxing from the shock.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, I'm not going to make Randall buy me lunch. He won fair and square.