She'd probably love that, wouldn't she? Too bad the scenery has a frame skip and suddenly she's almost at the right building and her phone says eight minutes have passed since she last looked.

whattheFUCK. Next time she's going to have her phone, like, record video of the trip maybe.

Okay, just another mystery. Off to her new job.

What a good first day at wHAT THE FUCK she's back home again and the day is gone.

It's not entirely gone! She now has vague and nonspecific memories of having had a first day at work. She can even recall the name of her boss if she thinks about it.

STILL NOT GOOD.

She didn't even remember to buy groceries on her way home! She's going to run out of neighborfood. How much is there left in the fridge?

She can probably still have leftovers as dinner but that'll be about it.

Okay. Tomorrow she will try... trying really hard to stay awake... and if that doesn't work she'll have to make a separate trip for groceries.

Dinnertime. Neighborfood nom nom.

Anything on the news worth knowing?

Not particularly! There was some weather event somewhere she's never heard of and there are people having political opinions about mundane things and there are crime rates and poverty rates but nothing really stands out.

Okay. Are there any... books she can get to amuse herself with in her spare time.

Her house came equipped with a bookshelf that contains a small selection of different types of fiction as well as an introductory cooking book and a book about chess for beginners! She also has the vague impression/memory that she can easily acquire more books somehow.

She doesn't have anybody to play chess with but she can at least look at the cookbook so she can plan her grocery trip.

The cookbook has a few easy recipes but a good third of it is actually dedicated to teaching the basics of food science so she can experiment and create her own dishes if she wants to.

Well, either way it will help her meal plan. Tomorrow she'll go in to work early, try VERY hard to stay awake, buy a croissant or something, have... lunch at work, she presumes that happened but can't remember - come home and make spaghetti.

The book definitely has recipes for a few simple pasta sauces and in the worst case premade sauces for spaghetti are probably a thing, she's pretty sure.

Cool.

She showers and goes to bed. In the morning she calls a car a bit early and records the scenery outside on her phone the whole way and tries SO hard to stay awake. She even talks to the driver. What's the driver's name. Do they have parents.

The driver is called Jared Tower! He does not have parents. The frame skip happens anyway even though she's recording, and after it happens she is no longer recording. The video on her phone is consistent with her deciding to stop recording shortly after the frame skip "would have started" for no good reason, and her physical position in the car is consistent with time having passed and her having, you know, existed and moved during that time.

This frame skip is unlike the job day skip from yesterday, though, in that she gets actually no memories whatsoever from that time, not even vague ones.

Well. One of these days she will have to try taking a long walk in this direction and see what happens but it's not her biggest worry today. Her biggest worry today is holding on to her consciousness while she exits the car, seeks a croissant, and goes in to work.

Her day... does not slip! She can feel, actually, the tug of it wanting to slip, she could just sort of dissociate through it and let her day get away.

That's weird and concerning and she does not want to be one of these weird parentless people all the way through!

How does her job work.

She mostly has to help this one dude with his work by getting him coffee and organising his stuff, but occasionally she is also given pieces to double-check and suggest edits or corrections to. He sounds kind of prickly, though, and doesn't seem to love criticism that much.

Well, if he fires her, she can always go into fashion journalism! She's not going to spare the feelings of this robotdude when he does things that she has criticisms of! She can get coffee. She is fully able to organize. She fact-checks, she copyedits.

To be fair, he's not bad at his job, but he definitely makes grumbly noises about being corrected and even a couple of "well, actually"s.

Is he ever actually right when he "well actually"s.

One time he is on a technicality and the other he is not.

Well, if the system here is anything like meritocratic she'll have his job soon.

After work she goes to the grocery store and picks up pasta and tomato sauce and some frozen burgers and some buns and a bag of salad and a bottle of dressing and a thing of pineapple juice and a carton of eggs and a loaf of bread and some butter and a pack of bacon. She checks her Simmit post while waiting in line.

The Simmit post has acquired more votes and more replies, but not really any more insight.

However, while she's catching up with the new replies she gets a DM on her Simmit account saying, "Look behind you."