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 inappropriate.
When morning came, my body woke up exactly at 6:00 AM. This was half an hour later than when I usually woke up. Why did I need 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.
Monday mornings were the worst part of my life.
I had to endure monotonous paperwork and thankless slavery. Not to mention, I had to navigate a den of backstabbers, attention-starved whores, and credit-hungry bosses.
"Wait! Why did I need to do that again?"
