I offered to help a friend out by covering a class this afternoon. I was keen to do it. The money didn't hurt either.
But my body decided to make life difficult for me - or it may have been that 7/11 tuna sandwich I devoured after the show last night.
Anyway, I have been sick the whole morning. I texted the woman with the job as soon as I could to let her know I couldn't come in. I sent word out amongst the teacher community about the job to find a replacement.
And now my friend is super pissed at me for flaking on him.
And now I'm annoyed at myself for being forced into feeling like shit.
And the thing is, I love to help out. I really, really do. I will bend over backwards to help you with anything you ask. I will give you the shirt off my back. And it has bitten me in the ass a few times.
So, I think for the sake of my sanity, I will no longer offer to do anything or help anyone ever again.
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I never really got it until now. Well, no more. Seriously. No More.