Weekly update – October 19

Preface: I am at second cup and it seems that the group of 5 men sitting next to me are doing dragon's den because people keep coming in and showing them clothes and then they start speaking Arabic so the extent of my eavesdropping ends there. One of them looks like Tim Robinson from 'I Think You Should Leave." I hate saturdays because the coffee shops are a mixture of teenagers, Carleton kids (germs), grown men and old people who yap endlessly whereas Monday to Friday, it's me and the old ladies who are knitting and reading SILENTLY. 

Work is a strange place. I went in on Wednesday after a week of being off (because I only do 1.5 days/ week) and it was like walking into a funeral home. The sweet smell of treats and flowers in the kitchen, melancholy energy. Everyone who I passed by told me they missed me and usually I have 1 week between shifts (and Thanksgiving was this week so we all missed out on a day). That's when I found out that three people at my workplace have quit all within the same week – including my boss so now there is no one to hire new people. 

One of the other people who are leaving is a grown man who I have been silently beefing with since I met him in May 2023; I told my therapist about him all the way back in those days and I was telling her it was right out of a nightmare that I am sitting in the place where I used to have so much fun and now a grown ass man is staring into my soul and asking me about my mental illness. 

Side note: men in psych are the reason why I hate psych majors. I have met two men in psychology and they act like god descended from the heavens and bid them to go around asking random 20 year olds they don't even know that well if they take pills for their ADHD (true story – I do NOT have ADHD as far as we know). I know four women in psychology and none of them have ever tried to diagnose me. One of them would just talk about children's development and that was kind of cool until she ghosted me. The other 3 just don't talk to me about psychology (that often).

The other coworker 'ditching' us is my favourite one. You know when high schoolers work a minimum wage job and their work bestie is a 58 year old man named Greg... same idea here. I am a 20 year old teenager and she is a 38 year old who reminds me that she remembers y2k and 9/11 completely unprompted. We have a back-and-forth that is right out of a sitcom and it's like I'm the banana-shaped man and she is the orange-shaped man (like Bert and Ernie, respectively). She told me that she was going to work at Shoppers in this complete other place in the city and that when I visit her, she will give me a discount. I told her I will probably never go there because it is far. But who knows, maybe I will because I love a good bargain. 

 

Other things that have happened – I volunteered at the Carleton butterfly festival. There were lots of new friends I met. The blue morpho, who I named Bobbert had a wing that didn't dry properly and he was emotionally attached to me. I put him down on a pineapple slice on this old man's walker and left without a word. The other photo is of an owl butterfly. 

Friday night was the coveted house party. This time it was not a disaster because people actually showed up. First, we played Bananagrams but you could only write white-girl-baby-names. That is always a win because all my dyslexic friends like it. My favourite gay man did not show up because I didn't get a hold of him to invite him, so I didn't get that point for bingo (yet). And then someone said something and somehow the karaoke machine appeared and I was singing In the Sink by Plumtree. This was the first time I drank heavily since Olivia's bday party in May, so there are some moments that were not my proudest. I went around and told people to not let me send a drunk email (yes, this is a thing if you do not have a phone number to text while drunk). And I sang karaoke over and over and over, in English, in Italian, in German over and over and I ruined my vocal chords from all the scream-singing. 

I woke up the next day with the most devastating neck pain. Apparently it got Clara M too. It didn't help the situation that I drove for 5 hours on Tuesday/ Wednesday and continued scream-singing or that I was at the bar on Tuesday night and had to scream to communicate over the music. I am still feeling the effects today, and I kind of want to do home karaoke again because I would just keep singing my favorite songs and no one stopped me. I also remember telling Joyce my song lyrics for the first track on WTWG's album and idk what her reaction was, or if that even actually happened. Jenna's boyfriend (music producer) was there and I may have tried to pitch him the album but I don't remember what the response was. 

New updates in my sims world: I decorated their house for Halloween (by decorated, I mean tore it down and built it up again but this time it was spooky). Juliana aged up to teenager and has had three romantic partners in her first two days of teenagehood. Her hair is light fuschia and her outfits are strange. Michael is now a child with a ponytail and he has to wear a helmet 24/7 for unknown reasons??? Special shout-out to Holly for the idea. Michael also shares a bed with his mother like any normal helmet-wearing ten year old. Here is the home layout at their new house:

Main floor: indoor garden, master bedroom + ensuite + attached nursery, "barracks" for stay-over-guests (room with six bunk beds + ensuite). 

Second floor: kitchen, dining room, bathroom, reading room (because they cannot afford a television, nor do I want them to watch tv), bedroom for Michael when I can afford a bed for him.

Third floor: two bedrooms (which currently do not have doors and are not accessible to anyone) and room for a grand piano – Juliana sleeps there for now.

Fourth floor: only accessible by ladder, which I had to sell because they were (and still are) broke. The only thing up there is Blarffy. The future of this room will be Maggie's room + bathroom for when she is old and Michael takes over as patriarch of the family.

Please note that my sims are broke... Maggie is a comedian who is struggling to make a living. All she has is a teenager who sells the goods from the indoor garden and is also a teenage medium who fishes and sells the fish. Michael does not have a side-gig at this time – idk what it should be (comment ideas?). I could install the extreme violence mod and make him win the Hunger Games but I probably won't do that. I cannot finish the interior of the house until they make enough money to buy furniture and doors.

The Grim Reaper Rewards challenge is currently underway and while somehow I have stripped Grim of his clothes, dignity and virginity, a bug in the game will not allow me to continue the challenge. I caught the Angelfish, but the extent of my challenge completion ends after week 3. 

The plan for sims future is for Juliana to bag Caleb Vatore (vampire), get pregnant and have a vampire baby who will live in this house until they perish, taking over the garden side-hustle long-term. Michael will adopt child Veronica right after becoming a young adult, and then work on bagging a red-head townie baddie. They will have a green baby. 

If you have read up to here, many thanks for being a real one. I have not done any homework throughout all of reading week and I continue to procrastinate by spending 1 hour writing a Blog-Post-Life-Update and not studying for my exam Monday. But how does one study for a exam in German class other than blasting that German rap and singing 99 Luftballon karaoke at their houseparty? Open to suggestions/ ideas.