Today I woke up at 7:25 (5 minutes) before my alarm goes off (my alarm being my father calling me). I eat some breakfast, chat with Carol and get ready. When I leave for work at 8:30, I'm almost mad at Grandpa for being asleep when he's constantly giving me crap for not waking up at 7 every morning like him.
I'm afraid at work that I will be found out for what I might be. Like, I wore my glasses to the interview, what if now that I don't have glasses they will suddenly realize I'm a fake. Could I possibly be their new SEM Marketing Specialists? Side note, this technically makes me a Search Engine Marketing Marketing Specialist, which seems redundant, but would look beautiful in stationary.
I spend the morning with the head of marketing learning the ropes and taking the tour. Then, for lunch I was taken out by some CEO's. I don't think I breathed the whole meal. What made it worse was that I ordered Cesare salad that was the fishiest salad I'd ever eaten, and if you know me, you know how awesome this is. I play off eating only half the salad (mostly the chicken while choking down the fishy lettuce) by proclaiming that living with my grandparents has made it impossible to eat a full meal. So, I was hungry when I started my first project, but someone had left me peanut m&m's-everyone here is REALLY nice. Is this southern hospitality?
I spent the end of my day re-designing their Comcast specials website, which we will launch and track with all these special tools. How should I decorate my cubicle.
When I got home Carol said they had already eaten so I set to work putting all the new pills in Grandpa's container to make sure he got them before he went to bed. He watches me suspiciously. "Are those mine?" "Yes." "Did you pay for them?" "No." "Who did?" "My mom." Oh, and is this a big deal. HE doesn't need hand outs. HE has been doing just fine without ANYONE's help. Then he goes to the fridge to take out the plate of dinner Carol put aside for him--pineapple and a Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwich in the plastic wrapping. He then proceeds to the microwave to put the whole thing (plastic and un-microwavable plate and all) in to heat up. I wanted to let it go after the don't-help-me speech, but I couldn't let it happen.
I need to go to bed.
To sum up--
Daily sanity level of house: 8 (out of 10)
Erika's daily activity away from house: My first day at work
Daily lesson: I can pass as an adult?
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