It's all about the Karma, people!

There are two very distinct sides to me. There is the Pollyanna side, where I am able to see the good in everyone and the world is always a great place to be. Then there's the pessimist, where I feel the majority of the human race is pretty much nothing but a big disappointment. Either way, I believe in Karma. Last time I checked, I fell into the category of the human race, so I can surely be counted in on being a disappointment a time or two in my life. I am certainly not the exception, but we're not here today to talk about me and my flaws. We're here today to talk about brother Steve, and his wife, Melissa who are both going to get the Wednesday version of MFM and all to themselves, too.

Steve and I worked together on weekends at a pizza shop in town. He has worked there off and on as a driver for about 8 years. I started in late spring and was hired as a cook for Friday and Saturday nights. I was praised for my good work and they seemed pretty happy to have me on board, especially on the nights where the second cook had called off or just not shown up or walked out before the shift was over; at least I was there and the drivers pitched in to help when they were around. Anyway, one night, a few months into the deal, I get a call from the manager, Ken, letting me know that I didn't need to come in that weekend or at any time until they needed me and that I could consider myself "on-call" from now on. He proceeded to give me some half-assed, lame excuse about not being able to keep up or some shit. You see, when you're so busy putting coke up your nose, it can get a little hard to think quick on your feet. Well, I let him know he could shove it up his ass and I haven't gone back since.

Since that day, I haven't talked to Steve but maybe one time, even though he used to call me ALL the time and it didn't have to be about the pizza shop. It could be about whatever. Now it didn't bother me that he didn't call anymore; I didn't give it a second thought. It really drove me nuts that he was so into pretending that the life he and his wife had made was so perfect that he couldn't see farther than his nose. In his defense, he may have had poor vision due to his nose being so far up his wife's ass; it's hard to tell either way. Anyway, I was at work with Mom today and he had called and asked for me right away. I just gave my mother the eye-rolling look because I didn't want to hear it no matter what it was, but in a small way, I'm kind of glad I did take the call. Karma bit him in the ass and all these months later, he got the same kind of call from Ken on his day off and was told he was also now "on-call". All I could say was, "And how's that going for you?" I couldn't have cared less. It was a bit ironic that when I was let go, he was like, "wow, man, that sucks...see ya." (In his defense again, he could've recently drank or smoked something and his caring could have been inhibited.) But when it happens to him, it's like this huge deal and it couldn't have happened at a worse time, which I beg to differ; I think there's usually a worse time things could happen. What's the worst-case scenario? You have to get a real job that you can't drink at or whatever else you like to delve in?

Karma's great until it bites you in the ass. You can take that piece of advice from someone who knows first-hand. Hey, buddy---good luck with your job-hunting!