Every time.
You’d think I’d learn, but nope, I keep doing it: I need a day off Job1 (a need which arises after the schedule has been set) and think, ‘I’ll just call in sick. A migraine.’
A migraine works better than a cold, because I don’t have to explain why I couldn’t come in Day X, but am fine on Day X+1.
At least that’s the idea.
So, on Thursday, and after I was unable to reach my manager about taking a personal day, I thought, Hm, I’ll just call out Friday with a migraine.
Yep. Friday I wake up and call out with a migraine—because I actually had a migraine.
This is what you get/when you mess with us.
Indeed.
AbsurdBeats 
Guilt, maybe? This is what makes people think there’s a god. Or that “The Secret” is real. Sorry you were actually ill! I had visions of you getting stuff done.
I actually like the concept of karma (without, of course, knowing all that much about it): that I have to pay attention to what I do, and the consequences of what I do.
I think this is one of those preferences that makes no sense to Christians. They note that Jesus wipes away their slates, that they are made whole through him. And I can see where that would be a great draw, a release from the burdens of being a human on this planet.
But I don’t necessarily want that (unearned) release. This is who I am, and what I do, and where I live. To me, being human is living with those burdens, and learning how to release myself from them.