Hi all! It’s Fran again. Thank you for your comments — they gave me the most awesome case of warm fuzzies!
I needed it, too. I had gone to the Area 52 Test Labs, where my pal Josselyn works, to see if I could get a job, but they didn’t have anything for me. Total bummer.
But then I checked my phone and saw your comments! It gave me the little boost I needed to submit some more job applications online. (That’s hard work, you know?)
As much fun as it is being Josselyn’s Unofficial Assistant and getting paid in nachos, I have to make some REAL Simoleons soon, or I’ll get kicked out of The Palacio and have to move back home. I’m not ready for that yet!
Speaking of nachos…Josselyn and I spent some good quality time at La Plomada last night. We might as well just roll out our sleeping bags and live there. (Hmm, I wonder if they’re hiring? No, Fran, no…imagine if you had unlimited access to cheese sauce?? THAT WOULD BE BAD!)
I don’t know why, but that place is always dead. I guess because Salty Springs is a bit of a dead town itself — if people want night life, they just zoom on over to Lucky Palms. But I think La Plomada is so excelente that the Lucky Palmians should be zooming on over here!
Besides, you don’t have to fight anyone to play any of the games. Whack-a-Gnome is always open!
COME ON, POP UP…POP UP!!!
I hate it when I whack myself in the nose with the mallet. At least Josselyn takes pity when I do that and refrains from laughing in my face.
She pretty much rocks at the slot machines. I guess that’s how she can keep buying me Mexican food.
I know it’s all luck, but I seem to have none. FRAMMIT.
I went to bed last night feeling both optimistic and apprehensive. I love it here, but I’m still getting used to the place. And sadly, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I’m starting to feel like I may never know. Not to get all dramatic or anything, but it does bug me a bit.
Also, my bedroom is SO boring! I can’t decorate with just postcards (although I love my little collection – one from Lucky Palms when my parents visited vacationed here, which is what made me want to move here, and one from my Uncle Manny, who owns a horse ranch in Appaloosa Plains.)
I need some knick-knacks. Cheap ones!