Room 417, Sunday morning

Before work, Jaye can be found glaring at the animals gathered back on their shelves. Two weeks of sleep deprivation and trying to hook up a whore who doesn't care with a bakery clerk that thinks she's a jailbait pimp, getting sidetracked by making two people she hates talk for some reason that probably amounts to making her life a living hell, and then SHE GETS ANOTHER SEEMINGLY COMPLETELY UNRELATED MESSAGE. And gets to have a psychotic breakdown in front of the fake magician and not-Rory the whore.

"You know," the tells the animals, "you're sadists."

They don't answer.

"This? Not cool. Nuh uh."

They don't care, either.

Jaye walks up to the lion, bending to look him right in his little wax eye. Which is kind of disturbing. "What do you want from me?" she asks.

Not that he answers.

Jaye turns the lion to face the wall, and gets her stuff in case the theater is actually open for her to go to work today.

Room 417, Sunday evening

It's still kinda early when Jaye gets in. She has not had a good day. First was the Cameron breakup, which... ow. Then another psychotic breakdown at the Perk.

But whatever. It's hopefully over. The whore and the JGOB clerk can go get married and have lots of Jaye-hating babies, for all she cares.

She doesn't have a fridge, but she has a leftover bagel from the other day. Of course, she only has one toaster.