I Think Never Is Enough

I couldn't get a research job, so I kept doing temporary teaching jobs. I did one at my institution. I was awful and the job was awful. I ended up int the hospital before the semester even ended. That was fun. But that was a picnic compared to my next job.

My department chair had sent me an e-mail about a job at a local College. I didn't want it, so I ignored the e-mail. One day my cellphone rings. You have to understand that my cellphone is usually out of charge and/or nowhere near me, but that day it was charged, near me, and I answered. It was the department chair for that other College. Next thing I know I am interviewing and accepting the job. But I didn't want it! Not even a little. But it was mine and I figured I could deal. I got so upset at that job that I started throwing up on the way into work. At first I thought it was a stomach flu. Nope. I was that upset. And I only taught one class! And that, ladies and gentleman, is why I will never take a teaching job again. I don't care how good the school is supposed to be. Never. So quit sending me job advertisements. I appreciate the thought, but I don't enjoy carrying a brown bag in the car with me, just in case.
(Title: Never Is Enough, Barenaked Ladies)