Here's my new best analogy for doing a good job when you're an adjunct:
It's like bombing the shit out of the pigs and accidentally knocking the beams into an indestructible fortress.
Today, instead of a rejection letter for a TT spot, I got an e-mail with an exclamation point asking me to return the key I tried to return at the end of the semester but was told to keep "at least until we finish the search. You might need it in the future."
Thanks, assholes, that's a nicely closed completely professionally conducted search.