Another dreary morning in an even more predictable dreary day in Dexter's life. The alarm woke him up from his weekend off from work and he glared at the alarm. Whoever made up Monday's had to seriously be eviscerated. But that was the already cranky thoughts of the young man who got up anyway and took a cooler shower to fully wake up his system and got dressed for work, brushing then messing up his black hair a bit out of habit. He didn't need to dress classy which he supposed was a blessing as he was pretty sure he wouldn't be all that fetching in a suit. He tried the constraining thing once in his life and that was for his aunts wedding and he adamantly REFUSED to wear one ever again. He would be late from the way he enjoyed to sleep in, so ran out the door and went down the street to get a quick bagel and small coffee for breakfast needing both the food and the caffeine to be a normal human being at work. Already he could say that the day would pretty much weigh him down, and he was absolutely right. It seemed that no matter what he did, it was wrong. Even when he didn't do anything, again that could be his irritation speaking but by noon, he was ready to snap and yell at someone, didn't matter who. He groans as he was sent to some part of the building that only a few people worked at, looking for Frank to fix something or another that someone with a standard knowledge of computers can do with just a few clicks of the mouse. He was fighting the urge to punch something as he walked down the hall looking for where Frank could be working. "Frank!" He called looking around when he thought he heard something and turned around, but when he did, nothing was there. He rose an eyebrow wondering if he had been hearing things and continued on.