Summer

Today is like the first real day of summer. It's gorgeous, yet not too hot outside, the breeze feels amazing blowing through my windows, I can lounge around in a tank top on my bed and listen to some guilty pleasure music while writing this, and work was only 3 hours long this morning.

As for work, I recently started working at a well-known restaurant chain and apparently if I write the name or the names of any of my coworkers or managers I could get disciplined for it. And I would think this was stupid if it weren't for the fact that one of my favorite bloggers, Dooce, really did lose her job because she was not careful with information. SO. This restaurant will always be The Restaurant and, as usual, any names will remain initials only.

So then, orientation at The Restaurant was pretty fun today, but, then again, I always love orientations. It's super easy--how hard can it be to fill out forms and watch videos?--and you get lots of free food. And this was good food that I would choose to eat whether I worked there or not. Totally sweet deal. My friend D got me the job and another friend of mine, Tall B, works there as well. Tall B and I actually went through orientation together this morning, both as servers. I'm hoping that I can actually get to know him without feeling weird, because he reminds me very strongly of an old boyfriend whom I no longer like or respect. But I know Tall B is not that person. So we'll hope that I can work with Tall B without the urge to make disparaging remarks every time I see him.

SW and I haven't been on the greatest terms lately. And I don't know why. It's eating at my heart and I feel really helpless in it. And, in a way, I really am, for many of the barriers between us have nothing to do with me. He's struggling with a LOT right now and he needs to overcome these struggles in his own way. I can't tangibly help--I can only be there for him. I just wish I know how he wanted me to be there.

I called my parents this afternoon as well and they only talked to me for 13 minutes--5 minutes for my dad and 8 for my mom. Usually I forget to even call my parents, but I really wanted to talk to them today. I was actually really sad that they didn't stay on the phone longer. I do think I'll get to talk to my sister tomorrow, though, and hopefully me being a server now will provide even more connection between the two of us.

Anyway, my music makes me happy. I'm listening to--don't laugh--the soundtrack for Series 3 of Doctor Who. If you know what's good for you, you'll start watching the BBC's new Doctor Who, because it just might be talked about a lot by me. I've got my roommates hooked now and I'm moving out slowly to new people . . .