Moaning softly and rubbing your face, you finally manage to put feet onto the floor. It's a terrible start to your morning, but you aren't going to be getting back to sleep at this point. Might as well go tell whoever's disturbed your sleep, on one of your few days off, to go straight the fuck to hell.

«KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!»

"Yeah, I heard you!" you call with irritation towards the entryway. "I'm coming already." Yanking a rumpled pair of pants off the floor and pulling them on, you silently pray that that it's a coworker asking you to take an overtime shift... or your neighbor telling you the building's on fire... or really anything to justify the egregious crime of waking you up before noon when you don't have to be at work.

Mentally preparing the litany of curses and insults you plan to unleash if it's another salesman or, god forbid, a missionary, you stumble your way to the front door.