Truth be told, I never EVER inquire about Ted or how he is doing and this is for many many reasons. Most are pretty self explanatory but honestly, I don't care.
HOWEVER, today I was chatting with the gentleman who has taken over Ted's position here in my company. While shooting the shit, many many things came out - for instance, Ted was apparently very awful at his job and not only that, production has gone up since he's left. They are also still finding jobs and tasks that he never completed.
Well. If this wasn't good enough news for me (because remember he's still employed by the same company, just not located here) - he's broken both his wrists. HA HA HA HA HA - HARDY HARDY HAR HAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apparently while "running late for work" he fell and landed on both his wrists. How much do you want to bet that this is NOT the true story and he was actually most likely bombed beyond belief and was really hurt in some kind of drunken rage?
Thing is, I don't care. All I care about is the fact that I always believed in Karma. I always believed that what you put out into the universe is what you get back. I never wished ill will on him, I never even stooped to his level with reckless banter and what not. I walked away and washed my hands of him. Life is taking care of him just fine.