You pull on your shorts, your shades, call the boss, croak down the line that you think you’re coming down with something, won’t be able to make it in. Off down the beach. The promise of sun, sand, sex and walruses. (CLICK ON 'Read more' LINK, BELOW)
But it’s no different in Greenland to other parts of the world (see http://www.tinybangtheories.com/2011/04/5-day-you-do-math.html for further reading on getting your 5 fruit and veg a day in Greenland; http://www.tinybangtheories.com/2011/05/damp-sleeve-becomes-damp-squib.html for further reading on clothes horse faux pas in Greenland) where you have to try and cover for your absence the next day at the office.