I took everything that wasn’t nailed down.
I took four hoverboards they called “windcarvers.” I took jet packs and holodiscs. I nabbed a couple of musical instruments known as Laser Rhythm-A-Cons and even boosted a couple of computers. I tried to take the bed, but that actually was nailed down, and I’m not sure how I would have smuggled it out besides.
All this stuff was just lying around someplace called the Community Living Center. As a member of the community, I proudly did my civic duty to ensure that none of it went to waste.
When I had finished selling it all, back in the present, I found I had reached another milestone: Simoleans in the double-digit thousands–10,487, to be exact.
But then, Grandfather always did stress the importance of investing in the future.
You probably think I’m awful, and I don’t care whether you do. But if it helps, you should know that not all my profit derived from ill-gotten gains. Some of it was generated when I reached another milestone:
Getting a job.
I had never worked a day before in my life. And you know what?–In the present day, I still never have! It’s so funny to think about.
There was nothing at all funny about starting out as a space janitor down at the observatory, though. As a Neat Sim, I was offended to the very core of my being by the messes other Sims (and more than a few Plumbots) made.
Possibly worse was the discovery that I was expected to arrive by a certain time, and not permitted to leave before a certain time. I had always kept my own schedule, outside school, at least. Now, after a lifetime spent being Zoë Astrikós, granddaughter and heir to the Astrikós Enterprises, Ltd. fortune, a bright and vivacious Sim who rose exactly when she pleased to, and not one minute before, this was… this was an adjustment. It took a few days before I could do much more than make a mad dash for the carpool each morning.
But by the time I returned to the present, I was no longer a Space Janitor. I had been promoted to Level 4, a Star Specialist. I earned 432 Simoleans each day that I worked, or about enough each day to pay for one Tesseract mirror. A pittance, in fact.
Could one really blame a girl for wanting to supplement her income a little?
I did not stay idle out of work, either. I had become absolutely fascinated by Plumbots.
I worked entirely with them. I was the only organic Sim on my team at the observatory. My boss was a Plumbot! No wonder I wanted to know more about how they worked, played, and lived.
Besides, when I considered who was around for organic-Sim company back at the Community Living Center?
The Plumbots won every time.
God, I can’t wait to go back!
My Sims 3 Challenges 