After I dropped the keys off at Earl's I went to a cheap hotel nearby and got some shut eye. Earl was worried when I showed up close to midnight looking like shit. The man almost forced me to sleep on his couch. But as Earl already had two daughters of age, I thought it was not appropriate.
When morning came my body woke up exactly at 6:00 AM. This was half an hour later than I when usually woke up. Why did I needed to get up again?
"Ugh, shit, I'm going to be late for work. I don't want to go." The drowsiness in my eyes wouldn't go away as I got up half asleep. The Monday mornings were the worse part of my life. The monotonous paperwork, den of scheming back stabbers, credit grabbing bosses and the thankless exhaustion were all what I had to endure.
"Wait! Why did I need to again?"