I'm usually spending time making sure the sink doesn't explode and loan sharks aren't climbing in the windows, Charlie's the one you want for the therapeutic stuff.
[So, think like Charlie.]
But I think of verbal apologies are cheap, apology stunts are kinda doomed to fall flat. Changed behavior and restitution are gonna get you further.
I mean, sure but I wasn't going to just announce that I was the culprit and then fuck off. I don't care if people thought I was sincere or not, I needed to apologize.
But I mean, I'm going to try to change, I've got notes, promise. But restitution is hard when no one really wants you around, so I feel like I'm doing jack shit and it sucks.
So, do some stuff to make the place better. Not your job, we all do that. Show all the magic people what you did and how to fix it. Be the errands and favors guy.
Okay so, I'm down with most of that, but I am not going into detail about what I actually did. No one needs those notes. It shouldn't ever happen again and the less people know, the better. I know people change here, against their will sometimes, not giving someone the cheat code to summoning hell.
But I will be everyone's bitch boy for the next six months or how ever long it takes. Trevor wouldn't actually kick me out if I sneak into the kitchen to do dishes, right?
[Because he isn't sure he wants to just walk in there and wave at Trevor when he's sure he's still disappointed and tired. That is the worst and there isn't much he can so to fix it personally, so. Gotta be stealth, right? That's the better option?]
I could see if I could officially sign up for it, but the only thing I'm good for in there is dishes.
Maybe? I'm a little bit of a disaster in the kitchen, but if they are desperate enough to have me prepping shit, then I guess they'd really need it anyways.
I know how to do that. And make Mac and cheese. And Top Ramen.
[There is a difference between knowing how and doing it without hurting himself or burning it though and he has zero attention span.]
Anything fancier and I'd probably mess it up. It took me like twenty minutes to dice a fucking tomato. Not well, I might add. Dishes are all they want me on, promise.
Hey, I'm on my way to scoring a fake library science degree the longer I work in the library. Isn't paving the way to scoring an actual career building life skills?
Funny I'm supposed to be learning how to cook too when I'm not allowed a kitchen, but I don't make the rules.
I'll consider it though, the cooking thing. Though seriously, it's not my first choice on skills. I'm sure there are better things I could be doing around here that isn't poisoning someone with day old rice I didn't reheat properly or what ever.
You don't have to take that job or learn to cook without starting fires. Your reasons for not doing that were just shitty. If your actual reason is I don't want to, then that's different.
You know, I think this place is more like rehab than redemption.
But, maybe that's just me. Pull people out of where they were, entirely new environment, pair 'em up with a sponsor. Works out better than the prison comparison.
Eh, you're probably right. I'm not gonna say it's not... prison-y. With the lack of free will and shit. But it's not different enough from the hotel to call a prison.
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We can just leave everyone stewing in their frustration.
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Okay, well if we were back at your other project, what would you have me do if I did something like this?
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[So, think like Charlie.]
But I think of verbal apologies are cheap, apology stunts are kinda doomed to fall flat. Changed behavior and restitution are gonna get you further.
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But I mean, I'm going to try to change, I've got notes, promise. But restitution is hard when no one really wants you around, so I feel like I'm doing jack shit and it sucks.
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But I will be everyone's bitch boy for the next six months or how ever long it takes. Trevor wouldn't actually kick me out if I sneak into the kitchen to do dishes, right?
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[Because he isn't sure he wants to just walk in there and wave at Trevor when he's sure he's still disappointed and tired. That is the worst and there isn't much he can so to fix it personally, so. Gotta be stealth, right? That's the better option?]
I could see if I could officially sign up for it, but the only thing I'm good for in there is dishes.
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[There is a difference between knowing how and doing it without hurting himself or burning it though and he has zero attention span.]
Anything fancier and I'd probably mess it up. It took me like twenty minutes to dice a fucking tomato. Not well, I might add. Dishes are all they want me on, promise.
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I'll consider it though, the cooking thing. Though seriously, it's not my first choice on skills. I'm sure there are better things I could be doing around here that isn't poisoning someone with day old rice I didn't reheat properly or what ever.
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But, maybe that's just me. Pull people out of where they were, entirely new environment, pair 'em up with a sponsor. Works out better than the prison comparison.
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