Sure. She will start assisting an editor tomorrow.

Is there a bus there or anything?

No, but they'll cover transportation (within reason) so she can just call a car every day.

Huh. Okay.

Does she have... a change of clothes in her house. Pajamas, maybe. Is the bed made. Are the utilities hooked up.

She has her choice of clothes in her wardrobe, and yes the bed is made. The extent to which "utilities" are a thing is dubious—her fridge doesn't have an electricity plug but it seems to work fine, and pretty much everything that requires power or water or internet or gas seems to be in a similar state, but she does have the "memory" that paying bills according to how much she uses those things is something that does happen.

...'kay.

She will take a shower before bed and get into pajamas for the night.

Falling asleep is... harder than she "remembers". It is not an instant thing that happens the moment she puts her head on the pillow at all.

Well, then she'll lie there thinking about other ways she can find more people. Maybe if she turns out not to like journalism she'll go into neurology and have everybody refer her anyone who presents with amnesia!

Eventually she does fall asleep.

She's expected to be at work at 9AM.

She changes into fresh clothes, puts her old ones in the washing machine, eats some more neighbor-food for breakfast, and calls a car.

The car arrives!

She has her new job's address and gives it to the driver. Keeps being tempted to make conversation and then remembering that the driver is probably not a person. She could ask if they have parents. Maybe she will if she keeps getting the same one.

The driver informs her it will take about eight to ten minutes to get to her workplace, and starts driving.

She should probably learn the route in case she gets a car or something later.

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.