Catching up with things

Today was my eighth day on the new job. Two pieces of good news. I like it, and it looks like it will (mostly) pay the bills. So, it's at Johnny's Pizza. If you live in Decatur, Ga., you can come eat some.
The manager is this chick named Jen who is tough and a good cook and I like her. I pull out my waitress act and smile at people a lot and get pretty good tips. Jen says I am a good waitress. I am pretty ok at cleaning and stuff, but I am really good to people. That's what I like about it.

I have been thinking about my mother a lot. A lot changes in the way I think, but nothing ever seems to change in the way I act toward her. I am embarrassed by the way I act around her. I seem childish to myself. I think I am ashamed of her as well as me, because we both play these games.

The guys online are bewildering to me, all the more when they are kind. It's easier to deal with pick up strangers acting like dicks. I'm afraid to talk about them, because I'm afraid they won't want strangers to know what I think. I think that is the hard part about this journal, not wanting to gossip about others.