We had a chap in the factory who was remarkably competent and efficient at his job, but he had
huge social, psychological and substance abuse issues - to the point where a lot of people were genuinely frightened and avoided dealing with him, a situation which he didn't mind, as it led to him largely dealing with people who were 'OK'.
One day, he informed his manager that he had a hospital appointment in a few days time and would be in a bit late in on that day - "Tell them to put it back a week, we have a lot on and we need you here!" - "It doesn't really work like that. If I don't attend, the police will come here and take me there, and you'll find that it will all take a lot longer."
I still have a blank pad of passouts, if you ever need another.
I've just been to a burial in a hilltop cemetery - still sub-zero, but the sunshine and the flat calm made it almost warm at times. I parked in a shaded, and still snow-covered, corner of the car park. With the engine off, there was a slight sound, like a small pressure leak. I had a suspicion about what it was, so I sat in the car and waited. About a minute later, it slid about ten yards down the slight slope of the car park, so I moved it to a clear spot and left it in gear, as well, to give all four wheels a chance.
As calm as the atmosphere was at our level, the turbines about five miles away could be seen churning over steadily.