I’d rather be sleeping

Cowboy got home from work at 6:40 a.m. 
At that point, he’d been awake since 9 a.m. Tuesday morning. 
He was absolutely foaming at the mouth. 
I mean, he was so angry he was threatening to tell the plant he quit. 
He said he’d told his boss numerous times he had to be home early. 
He told them he had a doctor’s appointment at 7 a.m.—I mean, our appointment was at 8 a.m., but where we live, we couldn’t wait until almost 8 to leave. 
He said they called in help several times, but help never showed up.