"Yeah... yeah it's not going so well," Jamie spoke into his cellphone to the recipient on the other end of the call. He sat at the long stretch of booth, rapidly sinking into the cushions at his back. He didn't seem to mind too much, it was actually fairly relaxing to be sucked into a quicksand-like cushion considering his day. The Moonlite All-Nite Diner was not his first choice of food, but beggars can't be choosers. Aside from that, the devastated howling coming from the baristas outside the diner made him feel better about his own situation. At least they were having a worse day than he was. "Randall chased me out of the library again, and aside from that I really don't see anyone that's hiring. Oh, hold on a minute."<br/><br/>He quietly thanked his waiter for a menu but promptly handed it back. He already knew what he wanted. "I'll have a turkey club sandwich and fries, and Dr. Pepper if you have it, Corona if you don't." He returned to his phone call after he placed his order. "Hey I gotta let you go, I'm getting ready to eat. Yeah, you can just leave the door unlocked, I'll be home soon. Later."<br/><br/>He flipped his phone shut and ended the phone call with his cat, and patiently folded his hands on the table as he waited for his foot, letting the tortured cries of the damned baristas outside carry him through the wait time.