Fool me once, shame on you...
A few weeks ago an e-mail popped up in my inbox from DJS that included the phrase "notification of decision." My pulse pounded, my blood warmed, I felt all feverish, and images of both success and failure swirled through my brain in a very close approximation of Schrodinger's feline companion. And then I noticed that the full subject line was "Reviewer notification of decision". Yeah, it was just the journal letting me know how things turned out with a paper I reviewed.
I got on with my life, continued with other projects, and time wore on until yesterday I received another e-mail from DJS. My pulse pounded, my blood warmed, I felt all feverish, I hesitated over opening the message. And then I noticed the same thing. It was a reviewer notification of decision. This time around my verbal response to this let-down was such that I cannot repeat it even on this usual cesspool of foul language.
Honestly I don't know what should bug me more: that I over-reacted the same way twice, or that two papers I've reviewed since submitting my own have gotten decisions before me.
* Not its real name.