I'm in a bad mood. I don't like working seven hours straight telling people they have to wear their fucking wristbands, or I'll kick them to the curb, no matter how much they're spending a night here.

Everyone else has bailed, they have one open day next week, two supposedly covered by Shelby but I can't remember the last time she pulled a shift. Don't ask me or I'll tell you to shove it. Emily's got three days the following week and has made it very clear she want's no more, and Bud's going on a cruise.

So that leaves me. A man who is surrounded by people he's tired of, and they're tired of me. I have no idea how I'm going to check the RV out in Robertsdale, AL, get it moved to Lillian, AL or get myself moved out of here.

There's two holes forming on the bottom of my only shoes, to match the two holes in the toes. I've got 45 minutes on this shift and my nightly schedule is shot.