“So it’s Sunday right. Well, I got woken up at 6 AM with a call from my boss demanding me that I get his morning coffee and I was like ‘it’s the weekend, dude. I don’t have to work.’ And he says ‘next time I hear attitude from you, I’m docking your pay. Doesn’t matter what day of the week it is, if I need something I’m calling you.’ So I drug my ass out of bed just to get him some damned coffee and the first thing out of his mouth when he sees me is that I’m not dressed in work appropriate attire,” Marley complained, looking down at what she was wearing, a pair of ratty black jeans and an old Rush tee-shirt. “Anyway, I haven’t had enough coffee today to deal with today.” She didn’t even know who she was talking to, just the general people in the area at whatever coffee shop she’d landed in this morning.