Job security

If Walter Cronkite rose from the grave would he still be able to get a job reporting the evening news?

I was bored again

I’ve been at the Malaysian branch office for quite a while now. I think that I am beginning to adjust. The thought that the home office has completely set me adrift is far to horrifying to contemplate. However, the loneliness of the empty offices isn’t quite so deep and some of my internal fears have been quelled . Especially since I discovered Alin.
I had no idea that he was even here. He had apparently been hired as my personal assistant. At least I think he was. I discovered him in an office on the third floor during a foray to locate more Whiteout. He seems quite intelligent and I believe that we will be able to create a dynamic working relationship once we are past the language barrier. Teaching him English has become my main focus.
We spend hours on end sitting in my office, the windows giving us a stunning view of the ocean, while I attempt to teach him words for the basic elements of office survival. I have found it easiest to use implements that are close at hand.
Currently we are up to thirty-three words. Among them are stapler, Cross pen, paperclip, and fax machine. Why I bothered to teach him fax machine I’m not sure. The silence of it, as it lurks in the corner, can be overwhelming. Perhaps that is why. Perhaps I merely wished for company in my misery.
Internet access is still a problem and the phones have not yet been successfully installed. The isolation is near overwhelming. There is nothing but the buzz of the fluorescents and the quiet murmur of Alin as he tries his new vocabulary on for size.
The supplies in the vending machine will soon run out. I believe that I will have to send Alin out for food. I can only imagine what will become of my ulcer once I am forced to eat the native cuisine.
My only hope now is that the R&D team I was promised, before I stepped on board the flight to this god-forsaken office building, will arrive soon to save me from myself.

This picture isn't here because I believe it to be cute. It's here because I find it funny when I scar my child for life.