Ixchel had grown used to a certain pattern to her day at 8422 Fordham Ave. She was one of the rare early risers, having a quick check of the morning’s data compiling, stock reports and some morning news while she tried to keep a healthy breakfast. Most of her work was broken into multi-hour segments over the course of the day. She gave herself the time to cook something or walk down to the dining district for lunch before logging back on in the afternoon. Unless she was on call for troubleshooting, which anchored her to the house the whole day.
She had Saturdays and Sunday mornings off, with another flexible half day of time off she could use any point of the week she needed to, except for being on call. It gave her a brief bit of time to hang out with the other girls or finish some IRL chores before she was back to coding and software maintainence.
Ixchel made Tuesdays her movie night and she often did streams on Thursday and Saturday nights. The squat little office in the townhouse wasn’t soundproof, as the sounds of her other roommates going about could distract her from work, although in those instances Ixchel would blast her K-Pop on full tilt.
Most of her life was dedicated to work or gaming. It was a convienant, straightforward schedule that gave her all she wanted for socializing and being out in the world. It was a sustainable routine.
This complacency, however, spelled Ixchel’s downfall whenever she was thrust outside her comfort zone. Such as a major break to her routine that fell in her thick lap out of the blue in the middle of the week.
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