antiprincess

I am not happy with my new job. I am now the nanny for an overindulged 16 month old. His mom lets him play with the Motrin, the extension cord, whatever. And now he tries to pull this shit with me, and throws a little fit if he doesn't get whatever inappropriate thing he's set his mind on. And I don't put up with tantrums. He can throw his fit as long as he likes for all I care.

Really, what am I doing? I feel like I'm wasting my degree. I graduated summa cum laude so I could be a fucking baby-sitter?

Last year it was different, because I liked the kids, probably. Hell, I loved them, and I miss them very much already. They were about the same age as my current charge when I started watching them, and about a million times more well behaved. Also, I adored working with their family. Their daddies are gay, and among the better parents I've encountered. Working there made me feel kind of like I was a part of something special. It felt almost political (in a general sense, certainly not on an everyday level). I got to see the boys be officially adopted, and later, see their daddies get married. And I would be happily working their still if one of the dads hadn't gotten laid off.

So now I've got this stupid job, where time seems to pass impossibly slow, and officially hate every employer who passed me up in the last month or so. I should have just gone back to Denny's.