Day 115: What my day looks like

So since I couldn't think of anything else to write about what my day is like. I'll talk specifically about today. So I woke up at like 10:45 because I had to check to see if my uniform was clean. And I'm not a morning person. I took a picture for you.

Yup, that's what a morning looks like with Erin Howie. Yeah, Max still kisses that face. So I went downstairs to check on my uniform. It was already washed and dried so I came back upstairs and made love to my pillow.

Then I woke up again because I had to go to a stinken training at work. It was diversity training and we basically just learned not to call black people the "n" word, which I never do anyhow. And there wasn't even good food. NO GOOD FOOD= "WHY THE HELL DID I WAKE UP FOR THIS?" I only go anywhere if I know I'm going to be fed. They usually have like pastries and chocolate dipped fruit at training, so I don't bitch too much about going. All they had today? FUCKING 100 CALORIE CHIP BAGS. I want my chips to atleast have 592382931928474914827489248142891999 calories EACH. So I was pissed.

Then afterwards, I had to ACTUALLY WORK. And it was dead. And boring. And going in the bathroom and staring at myself naked in the mirror for two hours would have been more productive, which is probably what I would have been doing if I hadn't been working.

Got off work early because they realized that having four of us in one venue on a stinken Tuesday night was ridiculous. I came home, immediately changed into pajamas and demanded that my mother feed me. She wasn't home though, and I don't trust my father's cooking because he's a man. And the only men that I know that can actually cook are the cooks at Hollywood Casino, my brother-in-law and Max. And my brother-in-law can cook like a motha fucka. His cooking is DAMN GOOD. One day when I'm rich and damn famous, I'mma hire him as my personal cook. Just mine. Max and my kids can eat sandwiches. He'll do it too. Because I'll pay him five trillion dollars an hour for it.

ANYWAY, so I went into my room and facebooked. Then my mom made food. Then I ate. Then I watched NCIS. Then I facebooked some more. Then I youtubed. Then I facebooked. Then I took a pee. Then i facebooked. Then I did this.

I DON'T HAVE A PRODUCTIVE LIFE.