Actually I've been late one time and I remember big time, now.
I just have a summer job working with a logging company and I had to do something with the fallers and I was supposed to be in camp at 5:30. I was so paranoid of being late that I got up really early and not wanting to look like a tool I didn't want to show up too early so I sat down and watched some early morning t.v. Next thing I know I've fallen asleep in my work clothes in my chair and I was half an hour late.
as much as i would love a sick day, i know my desk will be covered in about 20lbs of letters and mail i have to go through, so its not worth it (to me) to miss.
and i personally believe - if you're gonna be late, be really late - thus gotta see how HF is doing
i'm constantly late too, ususally by 10-15 mins, (which isn't usually noticed) due to a 1 hour commute from morning traffic and all the idiots on the road (normal time is 23 minutes by mapquest's directions) so i don't need to be late any more.
a few years ago, i was supposed to be at work at 11(i worked in a small sandwich shop with not many employees but a huge customer base). i worked every day from 11-5, to cover the lunch rush,which lasted until about 2...and then the pre-dinner stragglers. i woke up at 1030...and just...couldn't get out of bed. i wasn't tired...i wasn't sick...i just...didn't feel like it. i laid there until about 130, when i finally got dressed and went in. i had planned to concoct a "i couldn't sleep all night, and finally fell asleep around 830, and slept right through my alarm..." story. when i finally got in...around 2...my manager said, "wow, a little late?" and i started to tell my elaborate lie..and he said, "haha, save the story. it's not a big deal. we were slow today, and i had planned to call you and offer you the day off, anyway. if you want to work the rest of the afternoon, you can...but...if you want to take the rest of the day, you can do that." so...i left....changed into flip flops...called the girl i liked at the time...and went swimming for the rest of the day.
Whenever I come to work on time, the first question I hear is: "Goodness Gracious, are you OK today? You are on time!" I'm pretty sure I'll be late for my own funeral when that day comes, that's how bad I am...
I have been varying degrees of late for many jobs I've held, but I think my proudest moment was in college, where I once went to work, decided I didn't feel like working when I got there and called in sick from the break room. Then I went out drinking with my roommates.