what’s funnier than 24?
@sgnseolhee
money, like most social constructs, is hard and stressful and confusing. the fact that it’s a requirement at all is, in the words of her therapist, fucking wack. she’s supposed to just remember to pay for things? no reminders? no cutoff warnings? olivia can barely remember to tie her shoes on a good day.
but money, like all social constructs, is vital for life and without it olivia might as well walk into the ocean right now. physical labor is out and she can’t do anything in customer service without attempting to stick her head in a fryer so tutoring feels like a good middle ground.
and she’s good at math. numbers, weirdly enough, are just about the only thing that don’t cha-cha slide across her frontal lobe. they march in an orderly line, kicking their little numbery legs out and saluting her as they pass. this is different from literally every other concept which meringue’s past her in a blur. faces do this. names do this.
olivia comes into the tutoring center ten minutes late since time is another construct that’s been eluding her as of late, and stares blankly around the room.
she forgot what her tutee’s name is.
fuck. fuck.
she takes a seat at an empty table and wills the gods both above and below to bring her cashbox to her so she doesn’t have to trudge up to every single table and ask, are you looking for olivia? because i’m olivia. you’ve found me.