Fall Harvest

I have a new job.

My last job, you might remember, was one I'd been doing for forever quite a long time. I loved it for many reasons, most of them revolving around the fact that my boss was most likely the best boss I'll ever be lucky enough to have in my entire lifetime. Also, free meals were available. The problem with the last job, though, was that it wasn't exactly an adult job, as in, it didn't really pay the bills. It was a high school job, an in-between job, a living-at-home job, but not a GROWN-UP job, even if I really wanted it to be and tried pitifully hard to stay working there as long as possible.

The new job isn't exactly a GROWN-UP job either, but I like to think of it as qualifying because it fulfills some major requirements like paying rent and allowing me to have some savings and forcing me to get up earlier than I would like to. It's a nanny job, or really, "daycare", but to be frank I'm not a huge fan of the idea of working at a daycare so I'd prefer to call it "childcare" or whatever else you might be able to think of without conjuring the idea of kids picking their boogers and wiping them on unknowing, overwhelmed adults who are just trying to change one damn diaper without collapsing into a mental breakdown. Sure, there's a lot of literal shit and screaming involved in my day-to-day activities, but I do love kids and I'm trying to visualize this period of time as a stepping stone, and perhaps a motivational tool, to help push me out into the bigger, scarier (well, that depends on your perspective) world of actual careers I might enjoy. The one bonus is that Tom's sister is my new boss, and she's pretty wonderful and also great to work for. And also I'm assistant-teaching some kid's art classes, which is lovely and extra-gratifying because they don't involve snot, drool or diapers whatsoever.

To be sure, I've been trying to get the most out of my weekends, which are also majority snot-free.

The thing is, though, that I have a lot of beautiful pictures of apples that I took this week at my parents' house. This whole post was supposed to be about them, not my slightly somber job situation, so sorry about that.