Uh, not during the 1980s. Good salaries, lots of, uh, "opportunities." That was my experience. That and snorting cocaine offa yer house key in the men's room. "Bon temps," as the French would say. I recall witnessing a moto accident from a bar window, running outside, and helping the victims until EMS arrived, despite my after-work cocktails. God almighty, that was a while ago . . .
VACUUM, not vaccum. Teaching English even while off for the summer--cuz the world needs it.