Saturday, 18 July 2020

2.8 Alone at Work


The mail! What's in there?



Bills. It's always bills. 



They are what motivate Naomi to go to work. Though they are no longer the only motivation. Naomi finds her new responsibilities gratifying as she watches the support for Salvatore grow. He's been re-elected as mayor and made her a permanent member of his campaign team. 




Unlike Naomi, Calvin's reasons for his own work are just the bills. 



He would dive more often, but the stench is overpowering. 



Sometimes it's even downright sickening. 




Still, it does leave him with a lot of free time. Most of his old friends have either moved away or stopped partying due to life getting in the way. Calvin's not much different, he supposes. It just happened to him earlier. 



Some of Naomi's new responsibilities involve her making appearances in offices and institutions around town. Today, it's the police station. 



She comes home tired and in need of a shower. 



But her workday isn't really over. 



If anything, it's just getting longer. 



Calvin scowls as he mops the floor. The "little while longer" of business Naomi promised has stretched out into oblivion. He wonders when she'll be done rehearsing speeches in the bathroom and if there will be a round of answering emails afterwords or talking to supporters or what-have-you on the phone.



He keeps himself busy with more chores. He's starting to get creative with how he gets them done. 



He's no longer surprised when he goes to bed alone...



And eats breakfast alone...



Naomi's sleeping schedule is too erratic for him to follow. Sometimes she only turns in when he's just woken up. 



This particular morning, though, Naomi is up not long after he is. Her phone vibrates impatiently on their dresser, pulling her out of her sleep. 



The phone call is not a happy one. Naomi's mother passed away in her sleep. She was living alone in her apartment in Starlight Shores, Sage's coworker informs Naomi, she missed work which alerted the office to her passing. She never missed work. 



After changing Evan's diaper, Calvin is surprised to find Naomi eating breakfast. 

"Did you get enough sleep?" he asks warily. The bags under her eyes are dark and her eyes are bloodshot. 

"Couldn't sleep," Naomi mumbles, "They called...mother's gone..." 

"What? Oh, I'm so sorry!" Calvin's tone immediately becomes comforting and apologetic. "Are you ok?" 

"..." 




Naomi tries to get up and to the bathroom to get ready for work, but Calvin stops her. 

"Don't you think you should take some time off?" Calvin asks gently. 



She looks at him like he just sprouted a pair of wings. "Why would I do that? They still need me..." 



"Your mom just died. Don't you want to take some time just to...come to terms with that? Or to grieve?" 



Naomi's face is blank. "She's gone. She would want me to go back to normal as quickly as possible. I'm going to work." She pushes past Calvin, leaving him in confused silence. 



The only thing Naomi would compromise on was having a coworker drive her to the office and only because she was badly sleep deprived. Calvin grimaces as he harvests his Mandrake plant. Her reaction was just so...removed. She must still be in shock, he reasons. 




He resigns himself to making sure everything at home is well looked after. She'll at least not have any of that on her mind. 



He also sends his parents his latest dumpster diving profits. He knows how much their support meant to Naomi. She'd be relieved to know that it's being paid back. 



He sighs. Why isn't there something he can do about this? 



As Calvin thought, once Naomi has had some time to acknowledge Sage's death, her emotions come to the surface. She only lets herself cry at the end of her work day when she's sure she's alone. 



She's barely done wiping her eyes when Salvatore comes outside. 

"Hey, Naomi, I just wanted to make sure things are ok. You looked off today," he says with concern. 

She smiles weakly at him, "I just got news about a death in my family this morning, but I should be ok." 

Salvatore frowns, "Do you need some time off? It would be no problem."



Naomi vigorously shakes her head, "No, I'll be ok. Things are too busy right now for me to take time off." 



"I don't want you to push yourself too hard..." 

Naomi shakes her head once more, "Really. I'll be alright. Thank you for your concern, though. It's just fresh right now, is all." 



"Well, just take it easy on yourself. If you need anything, just let us know." 

"Thanks."



Naomi makes herself a small salad and sits down to eat. 

"Oh, you're home. How are you feeling?" Calvin asks as he comes out of the nursery. Evan is sleeping soundly in his crib. 

"Fine."



Once Calvin finds out that Naomi will still go to work, he is...concerned. 

"Are you sure about this?"



"Yes. What I need right now is to feel normal. Work makes me feel normal," Naomi snaps. 

Calvin sighs, but decides not to push the issue. 


Naomi takes an extra long shower after dinner. 



Yet, her mind continues to wander. 

Mother wouldn't like that, Naomi chastises herself, pull yourself together. 


And so she gets right back to work. 
She can't let herself dally. 



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AN: 

I didn't know this, but apparently Salvatore and Sage were romantic interests! 

2.7 Falter



Evan no longer cries when he's put into the high chair, but his displeased expressions and kicking make it clear he doesn't like it. 



"Here. Eat." Calvin's not in a good mood, either. 



"I'm tired of this whole song and dance too," Calvin says wearily at Evan's skeptical expression. "The sooner you eat, the sooner you get out of that chair." He's not sure how much Evan can understand, but the toddler soon begins eating. 



"Morning," Naomi says blearily. 

"Another late night?" Calvin says over his ringing cell phone. 

Naomi nods. Ever since she accepted that promotion to co-campaign manager, she's been getting less and less sleep to meet deadlines. 

Calvin looks between Naomi and his phone. "I'll go put Evan in the nursery and get this call." 



While Calvin answers a phone call from an old friend from his job at the theatre, Naomi peers uncertainly at the high chair. How does Calvin wrangle Evan into that thing? Total mystery. 




After a quick breakfast, Naomi is off to manage campaigns. 



Leaving Calvin alone with Evan and housework. 





He looks around the house. The laundry is done. His plant is watered. Evan is playing. The house is clean. 

Maybe now would be a good time to check out that thing his friend called him about?




He calls a baby sitter and goes out for a jog. Ostensibly, it's to get some exercise and clear his head. 












In reality, it's to raid the science lab's garbage. If his friend is right, he can make some good money off of the stuff he finds in here! Enough to at least pay the sitter... 



Smelly but successful in finding spoils, Calvin jogs triumphantly to the consignment store. 



The cashier might crinkle her nose in disgust at Calvin's odor, but the guitar he has in hand is nothing to sneeze at. He makes nearly a hundred simoleons. 




More than enough to pay the sitter. 



Naomi comes home from a successful day at work herself. 



She'd like to tell Calvin all about it, but he seems to be in a bad mood. 



Isn't he always in a bad mood? Is it because he's home all the time with Evan? Is it because he regrets being with me? Naomi's thoughts quickly spiral. 



Before long, she's silently crying. 



Calvin is shocked and uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" he asks quietly. 

"I'm a terrible girlfriend!" she weeps. 



Calvin surprises her with a kiss. 



"Everything's fine..." 



***




Calvin tells Naomi about his trip to the dumpster.  With her promotion, the small family now can survive off of Naomi's salary alone, but Calvin would like to pay his parents back. Knowing them, they will refuse the money, but he feels like he has to try. At the very least, he would like to put the money towards household expenses.

"That's..." Gross, "An interesting way to make money. Are you sure that's even legal?"

Calvin shrugs, "Apparently it's fine, the cashier at the consignment store told me she sold the guitar as a 'second hand good'." 

"Do you want to make it a regular thing?" Naomi is already starting to worry that this won't be a sustainable source of income. 

To her dismay, Calvin grins and says, "Yeah, definitely. If I can sell more stuff, I'll make a lot more money." 

Naomi's smile falters. 



Calvin doesn't notice. He goes to shower. 



This leaves Naomi alone to feed Evan his dinner. After wrestling him into his chair (no easy task, she would say!) she gets a phone call from work. 



"Oh, hi Salvatore. No, I'm not busy..." Evan is quickly forgotten in favor of fundraiser logistics. 



Evan is not happy about this. He wants food! 



Naomi walks to the other side of the room. "No, that's just my son. He's a bit cranky. Just ignore him, he'll calm down." 



Calvin emerges from the bathroom. "What's all the fuss about?" 

Naomi points distractedly at Evan. 





After feeding Evan, Calvin angrily turns towards Naomi. 

"Why didn't you feed him?" 



"My boss called. What am I supposed to do, ignore him?" 

"It could've waited until after you fed Evan!" 

Naomi rolls her eyes, "He'll live!" 



"How can you say that!?"

Naomi looks away defensively. "It was an important call!" 

"You say that about every call!" 

"They are important!" 




Sensing that this argument will go nowhere, Calvin just shakes his head and gets his own dinner. 

"I'm going to bed. Good night," Naomi says bitterly. 



Calvin sighs.
***




Early the next morning, Calvin is out like a light. Naomi has no success in waking him, so it's up to her to change Evan's diaper. 



It doesn't go very well. 

"Calvin!" she calls out. She just can't do this. 



The yelling and crying gets Calvin to spring out of bed. 




Not long after, Naomi walks in quickly. 

"Look, I'm just...no good with this baby stuff. Can you change him?" Naomi pleads. 



Calvin looks sadly at them. "You can't even change his diaper?" 

Naomi's eyes narrow, "I don't have time!" with that she practically shoves Evan into Calvin's arms. 



Calvin frowns at her retreating figure. 



When did things get so difficult? 
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AN: Evan spent 1 sim-hour in that chair waiting for food. Poor kid.