|Why I believe in karma
||[May. 3rd, 2006|10:58 pm]
I was in the mood to post yesterday, but LJ was down all evening and now I can't remember what I was going to post about.|
So instead, I'm going to share a true story about a guy I used to work with.
This guy - we'll call him Bob - worked with another guy - we'll call him Fred - and they didn't get along. At all. Mostly because Fred was, to put it delicately, a jerk. And an idiot. A jerky idiot. And eventually, as happens sometimes with jerky idiots, Fred became a supervisor. Bob's supervisor. It was not pretty.
Well, when that company reduced its workforce by 75%, and we all went our separate ways, Bob and I both ended up working for the company I'm at now. A few month's later, Fred started working here, too. We all worked in different departments. A couple of years, several re-orgs, and a promtion later, Fred became a manager, and guess who was under him? That's right - Bob. They didn't like each other any better this time around.
Not that far-fetched, you're thinking, and you're right. After all, our industry tends to be a small world, and my current company absorbed not a few ex-employees of my old company.
But here's where it gets weird. Bob left not only our company, but the industry. Moved to a company that is not even remotely related in any way to our current one. He was at his new job about six months when a new manager for his group was hired. Can you guess who it was?
That's right - it was Fred.
Now, if I were Bob, I'd be wondering what message the universe was trying to send me.