The last time I turned down an offer of employment, my mother nearly wept. I had been offered what some saw as a dream job - as a travelling corporate trainer, 50 thousand pounds a year (in the 1980s), and every second week off! But as with today's interview, I had previously tried out the job casually, and I knew that the work stress would be a killer. I could probably handle that job now, but people never offer you employment at a time when you'd want it or be up to it.
As a personal growth technique, I can recommend turning down a job offer, it's on a par with running a marathon, or getting through cancer. You'll never look back.
One day, if I live long enough, I might be mentally up to handling a truly heroic job like my recent heroes, but by that time I'd be too physicallly decrepit.
I'll content myself with teaching the new college courses in Trivial Basic and Postmodern Hypertext, about which I currently know nothing, to school-leavers with A.D.D., that's enough challenge for me. But first the vacation starts tomorrow, time for a heroic assault on the home brew stocks.
