My life could be so much better than this, I swear.
I shouldn't be doing this. It's like, seriously, this is it! All I do is stand there, waving my arms and waiting for someone to borrow tools or donate to public works projects.. Sure, I can't really WALK, 'cause I'm a gyroid, but couldn't I have a little more purpose?! A gyroid can get lonely sometimes...
And there are those times when the projects get all paid off in the morning and I have to stand there and wait ALL DAY. Needless to say, those days feel pretty crappy.
And there are those times when the mayor comes to the island and borrows all the tools in one go and spends a really long time at the island. Those days are pretty crappy-feeling, too.
I wish I could DO something with my life. I used to do auctions and those were slightly less BORING than this... but I guess I'm stuck here for the time being. I'll just have to wait around for an opportunity to come around...
This is going to be a long wait...
I glance up. "Uhhh, Lloid?!" Isabelle calls out.
"Oh—Uhhh... yeah?" I ask.
"I wanted to make a donation of 253 Bells," says the Mayor. She seems a little bit annoyed. Bet I can guess why.
"Oh, um—yes, your c-cooperation is greatly appr-reciated," I stutter, accepting the Mayor's money. If gyroids could blush I'm sure I would be right this moment.
"'Kay, thanks!" Mayor Skylar calls cheerily. "I gotta go check out what's for sale on Main Street."
"Um, Lloid?" Isabelle asks, calmly but with a hint of worry. "Can I talk to ya for a sec?"
"Sure, what's up?" I ask, still trying to shake off the embarrassment.
"Is something bothering you?" she asks. "You seem a little, uh, spacey lately."
"Oh, uh..." I have to wonder if I should tell her. "I... uh... It's nothing," I mumble.
"Oh, really?" she asked. "Are ya sure? Because I feel like something's going on. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah-sure-of-course," I say nervously.
"Well all right." She says it like she still doesn't believe me. Which, she shouldn't, but I want her to.
I really need a new job, though...
