  My days: Wake up - I'm a snooze button kind of guy. I always set my alarm for the exact time I need to be up to get to work on time, then I snooze button it in the morning. Then I rush to get ready. I think it makes mornings exciting for me or something. Shower/Walk the dog - I combine these things because one happens so quickly after the other, that they're practically the same thing. I take a very thorough shower... Shampoo, condition, Ivory body wash, some prescription body wash thing, mouthwash, brush teeth, shave, rinse out the conditioner, wash face with normal soap, wash face with prescription soap. Dry off, get dressed, etc. Then I walk the dog to one end of my block and back. When we get home I feed her and fill up her water bowl.
Then we play for about three seconds before I leave. Drive to work - Bitter. I'm very bitter about this. I just got a new district and I have to work in the north suburbs. So my drive takes around an hour each way. That's a big change from my 25 minute el ride each way. I hate my boss for this. But I do it. I take my 1996 Exploder and we trek 90/94 or 294 or 53 or some other road in an overpopulated area.
Work - This changes all the time. Sometimes I go to stores and people pretend that I am important to the company because of my profound Human Resources contributions to their stores. Then, if the store is short on employees, I do something very professional like printing out 100 "Now Hiring" flyers and putting them on people's windshields. It's a guarantee that someone will yell at me for something in each work day. Then it's probably likely that in any given week my boss will hear about it and instead of backing me up, she will tell me that I'm horrible at what I do.
Except, she'll try to make it sound positive by doing something like this... "You've done an awesome job for the past two or three months. I mean, people comment about how well-pressed your polo shirts have been. But really people hate you because you printed out 'Now Hiring' flyers on yellow paper instead of pink papers.
It's really important that they be on yellow paper next time so people don't yell at you. But keep on pressing those shirts, bucko" Stick it, you fake cow. So I get through one of those days and end up feeling like a useless cog on an antique bicycle and go home. Drive home from work - See "Drive to work". Walk the dog - As soon as I get home - as long as I'm not going to have an assplosion or pee myself or something from my 8 hour drive home - I walk the dog right away. My sister (I'm SO thankful for her) has usually walked the dog once or twice already and fed her dinner so that's all taken care of. So we walk for a while and then we celebrate when she poops. I bag it up, we throw it away, then carry on with our evening.
Personal time - This is the 3 hours of time when I get to do something for myself, but all I can really do is think about the person who yelled at me that day at work or how I don't want to press my polo shirt the next day just for sweet revenge against the fake cow or something. But to avoid being entirely TOO overcome by resentment, I go to the dog park with Ella (my previously referenced dog), get dinner with Steph (my previously referenced sister), hang out with Michael (a new introduction: my boyfriend), or do something by myself. Recently I've just wanted to be by myself. I think I'm having my man-period. It doesn't happen too frequenly, but when it does, watch out.
Somebody should just drug me up and let me sleep through this bitch. She's fierce. And it's not one of those 4-day things where I can just go to Planned Parenthood (sidenote: I was in the suburbs today and saw a Planned Parenthood EXPRESS. Are they that big of whores out there that they need an EXPRESS Planned Parenthood? ) and things will be better.
No, I need things like wine and beer and Vicodin and season 1 and 2 DVD's of Queer as Folk to get through these puppies. Go to sleep - I LOVE THIS PART OF THE DAY. I really like my bedroom because it's kind of like a cave - and kind of like a bowling alley too because it's about 4 feet wide and 15 feet long, but I just call it a "cave" instead of a bowling alley - but it's really cool, so I feel pretty comfortable in it. And I can make it really really dark when I sleep and my dog has been sleeping in my bed recently so that's kind of cool. I love being asleep because nothing maters and you can have great dreams! And even if things suck in your dreams, they're just dreams! But, ultimately, the sleeping ends when my alarm goes off... So I hit snooze and it starts again... 
