Karma

I feel a wee bit guilty when I take pleasure at someone else's misery. But only a wee bit in some occasions.

Last Friday, I was called by an editor I work with routinely. She had bitten off more than she could chew on a research project and asked me if I could drop everything else and devote Monday and Tuesday to getting this list accomplished for her. Not a lot of writing, but a lot of tracking down people and information.

Sure, I said. I'm a glutton for punishment and I need to crap up money for tennis lessons for Pickle, new sneakers for Hot Rod, $50 for karate tournament fees and a dye job for my hair.

So, I get the job accomplished and on time. Editor calls me, she is still in a panic over meeting deadline and lets the cat out of the bag about a job they had originally hired me on and then decided to give to someone else. She never gave me a reason why they reassigned it, but they did. Nothing I can do about it, but wonder what the deal was. She was pleased with my work, I met deadline. So, I figured they found someone to work cheaper.

Anyway. She calls me today and is venting that this writer is AWOL on the project. Won't return her calls, won't return her emails. Nothing.

Me, on the other end of the phone, is grinning wildly and trying to contain my righteous feelings that karma has been served here. What is the saying? What goes around, comes around. And, another cliche, if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.

Ok, stuffing all the cliches back in the box, and getting back to work.