Somewhere in the room there was a ringing phone, its factory setting default ringtone acting as a surrogate alarm clock. The problem being that Tanner hadn't set an alarm clock, she so rarely did - any alarm setting was more of a reminder than anything else. Tanner Sykes had only returned home to the apartment when the sun was peaking up over the horizon; as others were getting ready to leave for work, Tanner was returning home with a frown and frumpy hair and in a what appeared to be a Daisy Mae Duke costume direct from the television show, just with Tanner's signature blonde hair rather than the brunette she was modeling for. 

Because of her early, or late depending, arrival home following her exit at midnight, Tanner wanted nothing more than to get some sleep and worry about the day when at least six hours of sleep had been granted. But the phone had other plans. Tanner wasn't sure exactly how many hours of sleep she had gotten, but generally if one wakes up grumbling and cursing a ringing phone or alarm clock the answer is 'not enough'. 

Tanner carried two phones, one for work reasons and one for personal use. The ringing one was her work cell phone, which she had casually tossed onto the living room coffee table en route to the bedroom. Crawling out of bed Tanner walked out of her room, steps slightly sluggish thanks to being stuck in that early wake up phase of the morning routine, and approached the phone. Before picking it up, she ran a palm over her face just to confirm that she was awake. 

"What?" Tanner didn't much care for etiquette right now. Phone in hand, Tanner walked towards the kitchen to open the fridge. "I don't do day jobs." Tanner shook her head as she observed the contents of the fridge, mostly liquids, before settling on some Greek yogurt near the back. "Why would I start now? It specifically says 'nights only'." A plastic spoon scoops up a glob of yogurt and Tanner swallows it down. Repeat. "What? What do you-" Tanner held the phone to her ear with her shoulder while her other hand continued scooping up yogurt. The blonde headed into the bathroom, checking herself out in the mirror. She looked haggard, tired, worn out. Unacceptable. "I was just there last night...no. No, I don't care if the day jobbers are booked. Am I getting overtime pay?" 

Tanner left the bathroom, she would take care of the disaster area later. 

"Yes, overtime pay. I know there's a fee, but that's for my shift only, not for OVERTIME. Well don't ask me, I'm not the one paying. No, I didn't say I would...look, I'm not doing a day shift. If they want it, they can wait. Okay? Okay. Yeah, I'm on call tonight. Okay. Sorry...thanks. Bye." 

When Tanner hung up, all she wanted to do was hurl the phone at a wall. She settled for tossing it onto the coffee table with a bit more force than a traditional 'toss'. 

Following her breakfast of yogurt, Tanner took care of the necessities. Shower. Application of make up and hair treatment. Dressing in jeans and a too-big blue t-shirt, and basketball sneakers. She was awake now, for better or for worse. Tanner approached the exit of her room, pausing to look at the magazine articles pinned to the wall before opening and stepping outside, shutting the door behind her. The first thing she did was cross over towards the mailboxes. 

"Shit," she said, audibly, when the mail hadn't yet arrived. "Hopefully later." 

With nothing better to do at the moment, Tanner shrugged her shoulders and headed for the 'pool', not even bothering to look towards anyone who was out and about at this time, not even Jin and his fish feeding got a nod. Tanner sat on the grass by the 'pool'; it was either here or under the big tree, but here was closer. And it was relaxing, hearing the water. And right now, Tanner just wanted to relax. To unwind. To get her mind off of last night. 

It was working so far.