Jamie couldn't determine what time he woke up. He laid in bed for at least an hour staring at his clock, but the clock only ever changed from 3:00am to 3:01. He supposed it was true what they say; a clock never turns when you look at it, because the clock has severe social anxiety and doesn't want the pressure of making a mistake. Or something to that extent, anyway. He was bad with metaphors.<br/><br/>With a deep breath, he threw his blanket to the side, exposing himself to the slightly brisk air of that was pouring in through his open window. There was no heating or cooling in his house. In fact, there wasn't any sort of power to his house at all. Jamie had successfully made a career out of unemployment, so much so that all of his utility bills piled on top of each other, until eventually he just didn't have electricity, water, or self respect. He did, however, have a cat. A curious little fork-tailed thing, curled up at the foot of his bed. It wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>his cat, it just frequently came in through the open window and made itself at home and occasionally made him coffee. He was an awfully nice cat, and though Jamie couldn't afford to feed him, he seemed to stay pretty well-fed throughout.<br/><br/>With the same lack of grace as every morning, he swung his legs off the side of the bed and drudged his way to the bedroom's attached bathroom. A bathroom didn't really do anyone much good if there was no electricity or running water, but he still used the sink to brush his teeth. He just had to use a bottle of water instead of the tap, which had been fine. It had done him well the entire length of time he had been unemployed, and that was a considerable amount of time.<br/><br/>New Years' had come and passed by just as fast as Christmas did, he reminisced as he brushed his teeth, and every holiday before that. Jamie could never truly be sure if that was due to a sudden shift in time-space, or if time really just flew when you were having fun stewing in your unemployed misery. It was probably the latter, though. Probably. Sure, he tried to get a job as a librarian, but Randall and Randall both advised him that he would not make a good fit for the library, but not to worry because his application had been forwarded. Neither of them said to whom, or for what reason, but if it got him a job, he didn't care much.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, he spit into the sink, poured a little water into the basin to clean it up and went about his business. His business being: finding a business. It never took Jamie long to get ready, as his wardrobe consisted of mainly the same pair of black jeans and button up shirts, and saying goodbye to the cat that frequented his house never took long. He more or less just told the feline where he'd be, and to call if he needed anything. And just like that, he was off, walking along the streets in search of mildly reputable workplaces that were hiring. On his way, he could hear people murmuring about their water not being on, upset that their morning routine could so drastically change. Jamie couldn't help the bitter taste in his mouth at the thought of people being so upset at his day-to-day life. He hoped that when it came back on for them, it was radioactive. And then not radioactive when he got a job and got<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>turned back on because that would just be inconvenient.