Part 3: The Grind
Day 6. Waking up, Daniella awakes to a twinge of guilt. She wants to anonymously mail back the lamp we stole from Sinbad, but I decided against it.
We eat our pasta. We listen to the frogs. We try not to think about the toilet. All in all, a typical morning.
I was tempted to sell the truck, but to be quite honest I prefer keeping it to having a few thousand bucks. And hey, it’s a step up from the carpool in terms of speed!
Upon pulling into work, I decide to have Daniella suck up to her boss and potential future partner. Even if we don’t end up pursuing him romantically, it’s still not a bad idea to cozy up to the man who pays us.
Ah, this old chestnut. While I can’t claim to be a
total expert at the game, I’ve seen this sort of opportunity come up quite a bit. Read the book, make some headway to that next juicy promotion.
We end up getting promoted to a rather more thiefly position. Thankfully, the opportunity is still valid.
And speaking of promotions, that one netted us enough lifetime happiness to buy our first reward. We won’t see the benefits just yet, but suffice to say that it’s one of the juicier ones.
Settling in at home and looking into the larcenous libram, Daniella lusts for a more literary locale.
…okay, maybe she’s just lusting for computer privileges.
We take advantage of the hilariously realistic ability to lie on our dating profile. Nobody really needs to know about our little stealing condition.
As for the other profiles…well, they’re not particularly important.
I then take Daniella puttering around town for a bit, failing to realize that you can’t steal from community lots like this fire station.
Daniella dozes and develops a desire for a dryer, so I decide to destroy the decrepit dryer and drain her dinero to deliver a duplicate.
…and a washer, too, to match.
This is why I don’t just get rid of them entirely, by the way. If I did, I’d likely end up with a single piece of laundry that can’t really be dealt with. Maybe when we move. :v
I wish I could say anything interesting happened on Day 7, but nope. Just this opportunity, which we of course decline.
In the wee hours of the morning on Day 8, Daniella earns her first point of Handiness skill. In addition to making us fix stuff more gooder, the Handiness skill also allows us to improve certain objects. It’s very, well, handy!
And even in spite of our literary lollygagging, our mood management and skill diligence award us another promotion.
In light of the next rank’s requirements, it’s off to the gym to work out and do a little light reading.
Day 9 arrives, and with it, Fall, so Daniella decides to make a golden brown breakfast that’s every bit as delightfully crispy as the leaves.
Unfortunately we’ve got one of those damn Australian sinks, which is under the impression that it’s time to Spring a leak.
Our shift has been moved from 10am to 9pm, so we spend some time napping and tidying up.
Holy cow, that was a major performance boost.
Upon arriving home, I notice that we’ve stolen something from work. Sure, why not?
We of course set Daniella to work getting incrasingly swole.
On this, the day of our lord day 10, the heavens want Daniella to use the Push Self mode, which gives us better results at the expense of regretting it later.
Pays off, though.
On Day 11, Daniella pitches in with a “Crime Job” at the local science facility only to find herself quite literally running late on her shift.
Eh. Sure, why not.
Day 12: our boss, sleeping at his afternoon Halloween party which he told us about at 7am.
“Y’know, I spent my morning throwing this costume together instead of eating, and I don’t see any snacks…eh, Sinbad won’t mind if I have some juice.”
“…what?”
I want you to picture Sinbad shouting this at us from the bathroom as we leave.
Thankfully, getting expelled from our boss’ party doesn’t stop us from immediately ringing the doorbell and getting let back in. Sims are dumb.
We steal his chair and bathtub, but only once we try feeding ourselves does he kick us out. Naturally, we let ourselves back in.
…yeah we’re probably gonna try and marry this dude. We talk him into letting us sleep over.
Day 13: friendship has been cultivated.
We invite him over to our place to sample our signature dish.
Ah well, work isn’t too far off anyway.
Perhaps, yes.
…okay, I’m not mad about getting arrested anymore.
Day 14. Our own bed never felt so good.
Work is largely spent chatting with co-workers, since we need to be friends with a few of them for the next promotion.
Daniella decides she’d like to go to the graveyard, and ends up having a water balloon fight with a dead girl. An auspicious start to Day 15.
…an inauspicious continuation of Day 15.
Not rain, nor sleet, nor hail, nor snow will keep us from our cardio.
Hell, not even work will stand in our way, though I have to wonder what kind of illicit activity she’s practicing. And while I didn’t get a screenshot of it, we did land yet another promotion! 
And on day 16, things are looking better and better. We’ve got a good job, a future mate in our sights, and all the snow in the world! But let’s flash back a few days.
One more day and Daniella will be a Young Adult no longer. She must flee from the forces of aging and claim one last youthful hurrah in the form of an international vacation. Will she go to:
Shang Simla, China, home of karate and general oriental sights?
Champs Le Sims, France, home of wine making and beautiful countrysides?
Or Al Simhara, Egypt, home of photography and mummies?
