Whew - made it through the whole thread and feel I can now contribute a be-you-ti-ful example of both professional and (almost) personal Darwinism.
When I was sixteen/seventeen, I worked in a taxi office as Book-and-Dispatch - I answered the phones, took bookings and dispatched taxis. Generally speaking, my shifts were Saturday afternoon, Sunday afternoon (both until 7pm) and Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings 6pm to 9pm.
So. It's a Saturday. It's the second last Saturday before Christmas and we are BUSY. We normally only had one driver on for a Saturday afternoon, but it was busy enough that at 2pm I dug the boss out of bed (the office was in a converted house, so it's not quite as weird as it sounds!) and we were running two cars all afternoon (K and R).
That night we were due to have three drivers on: B, N and S.
At 6:30pm B arrived and traded off with K.
At 6:45pm N came on shift.
At 7pm (when I was due to go), R arrives back at the office to inquire where S was.
He was...less than impressed to learn that I'd so far seen neither hide nor hair of S. However, we had a three-car pick up at 7:30pm, so there was no choice but for him to stay out on the road and for me to stay in the office manning the phones. (And try to get hold of S to find out what he was playing at!)
I'd already rung my mother (who normally picked me up) and warned her I wasn't likely to be ready to go for at least an hour, so that was okay. However, by the time R got back from the three-car job, there was STILL no sign of S (he was now an hour late) and with a very busy night ahead, R asked me if I could stay on and work through to 1am.
So that's what we did. Mum ran me down some dinner (remember, I was supposed to be home for that!) and I worked until 2amish, before being taken home by B (who happened to be my father!).
So, to recap: this is a fairly impressive case of PD - no show and no call as a self-employed taxi driver on a Saturday night.
It gets better.
The following Tuesday, I turned up for my shift, fully expecting to hear that S has been canned, only to discover that S is actually working and has been since 4pm! I asked the day office guy about it and discover that R is on his way in. Turns out this is the first time since the previous week that anyone's seen S.
So off goes the day guy, I settle in and no more than ten minutes later, R arrives. He asks me to call S into the office, which I do. S pulls up outside, walks into the office, sees R and bolts straight out of the office and dives straight across an extremely busy main road at the height of rush hour.
So, to recap: impressive PD followed up by attempted personal darwinism by running straight out into busy traffic to avoid the well deserved telling off for the impressive PD.
Oh, and did I mention? That fateful Saturday happened to have been my seventeenth birthday...
Yeah. Not my best birthday ever, but BOY was it memorable!