Table For One

Tried to take a taxi to work this morning, but both "sitio" sites that the suites recommended were fully booked. Instead, I decided to bus it. So I hussled and I bussled down to the Metro stop, looking kind of dapper in my new suit. I coolly approached the card purchasing machine at the bus stop, pretending to know what I was doing, pretending I belonged.

Made it to my first day of being a permanent employee of our Mexico City hub. Nothing really different than the other 3 times I'd been here on a job rotation. Nothing really different this time, except I won't be going back home in a month this time. Nothing different on the outside, but inside, I was still feeling pretty down. Missing everything that I left behind.

Had lunch alone today. It's not so bad having lunch alone in the financial district. Everybody does it. Everybody is rushing to and fro. Nobody notices a guy in a suit eating lunch alone. It's nothing out of the ordinary. I had dinner alone. Dinner alone must be a big deal here. I sense that people feel bad for me. I can't blame them. Shit, I feel bad for me. On the plus side, waitresses seem to be more attentive of the lonely, lonely man eating dinner alone. Jesus. I need to go grocery shopping real soon.

I'm exhausted. It takes a lot of energy trying to keep from being devoured by the sad. I think I'll go to sleep now.

NB - Horrible picture quality, so I apologize. I have yet to take out my real camera. Soon.