My job at that time was far worse than the one I have now- standing beside a conveyer belt for 8 hours a day, sometimes 6 days a week, arranging apples in crates. I really hated it after a short time. My back hurt and my hands got very cold and chapped. But every day I got to ride my bike to the shed, past apple orchards and fields with horses. My bike was old and rusty and the brakes barely worked, but that was OK because it cost me NZ$30 and Motueka has no hills. I spent my days off mostly wandering the coastline near the tiny town, the evenings with other temporary residents, drinking beers.
Three years ago?