Spencer sighed as he heard the annoying sound of his ringing cell phone for the 100th time. Reaching his hand out he searched for the phone, finally finding it he answered it just so the noise would stop. A scratchy "Hello" came out as he hit the answer button. He didn't even get a "Hello" or a "good morning" as soon as the "hello" lifted his mouth the man on the other end started yelling at him, "WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU? YOU WHERE SUPPSOED TO BE HERE AN HOUR AGO! I PUT MY NECK ON THE LINE FOR YOU, GET. YOUR. ASS. HERE. NOW!" And then the line went dead. Spencer buried his head further into his pillow. Laying there for a moment Spencer realized who that was and what time it was. Jumping up he looked around for his work shirt, witch he knew had to be in his room somewhere as he threw it when he got home last night. Looking at the time and saw he was already late he stopped rushing around, he just really didn't care any more. "Im Already late, Might as well be as late as I want. 75% of adults who just stop caring are depressed" He thought as he sat on his bed and sighed. He hated his brain some times.
Most people wake up from their nightmares, but no not Spencer. He was living in his own personal nightmare that he cant wake up from, no matter how much he tires, Loading his bong his took a big hit, hearing his phone go off made him jump a little, He hated how much of a jumpy person he was. Reading the text he sighed and slipped his work shirt over his head. Smelling the shirt, it smelled of alcohol and weed. Rolling his eyes he sprayed old spice over himself grabbed his eyes and walked out the door.
Spencer let his head hit the staring wheel once again as he tired to start his car for the 3rd time. It just wouldn't turn over and he didn't understand why. For as smart as a guy as he was. He didn't know the first thing about cars. Getting out he lifted the hood to check it out. Nothing was on fire so that was a good thing. "This cant get any worse" He mumbled out as he checked his oil. After finding nothing wrong hr closed the hood and sighed. "I spoke too soon" He thought as he looked at the oil on his shirt, not caring enough he didn't even try to go and change just got in the car and hoped it would start, he was tired of being yelled at by this man, getting his care started he backed out of his drive way and head to work. And it was just his luck there was some type of crash and he was stuck. Sitting there he sighed "Danm it" as he phone went off yet again. It wasn't his fault. He couldn't make it go any faster, he didn't know how many times he had to tell his man this,
Finally pulling into his works parking lot he jumped out of his care and walked inside. Mouthing "Kill me" to the cashier who smiled at him as he walked threw the side door as he stood face to face to the one person he wished would fall off the face of the earth. Penelope Garcia.