Feelings of rejection

Yes, well, this certainly brings back memories, some of them more recent than others:

Excuse me, I need to pull some teeth:  In the 90s, I had to call the chair of a Catholic college and ask what the blazes was going on (as I had received a non t-t offer elsewhere).  Much hemming and hawing ensued before the "no" finally emerged.  As this was one of the most mind-blowingly unprofessional institutions I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with, before or since, I should not have been surprised.

The students would run screaming: This was the gist of the only feedback I received during my first assault on the market.  Given that the sum total of my teaching experience at the time amounted to two once-a-week discussion sections, the feedback was accurate, in all likelihood.

We'll get back to you (LOL): When I was up for tenure, I did poke around on the market a bit.  Alas, I was promptly poleaxed by the flu (this was the last year I neglected to get a flu shot...), and had to reschedule an interview at the MLA.  "Oh, we'll get back to you to arrange a phone interview," I was assured.  Er, no.