Loneliness knows me by name.

Dusk by the beach. I have a very unconventional working environment, and I'm totally loving it.

Something is missing today, though.

Every time I'm posted here at the beachside property, I look forward to one thing: Dinnertime chats with Stuart Carter. I'm too lazy to cook today, he told me once. Well, he comes here for dinner almost every day--so I guess he's just too lazy to cook, like, ever. Normally he has his dinner at the food court first before coming by. Sometimes he brings me take-out, and even a bottle of wine to sip on as we chat--mostly about his days as a major in the US Navy.

Stuart is a very good friend of the big boss. The hotel was his home for about half a year, until he eventually decided to make this part of the world his permanent base. He now lives at the condo nearby, with a stunning view of both the beach and the legendary mountain from his balcony.

Too bad he's too lazy to cook. I would have made full use of the awesome kitchen if I were him.

Unfortunately for me, there will be no visits from Stuart for an entire month. He is a travel writer, and he's going on an assignment in Germany. One week, and then he's flying home to visit his family. Running the place solo for twelve straight hours is lonely work. It's good to have a familiar face to interact and kill the hours with. Now I'm not gonna have that for an entire month. Life's gonna suck even more than it already does, for a little while.

Yes, mine is a sad and lonely existence. The people I know and genuinely care about keep leaving, getting married or dying. I have no time to make new friends. It's hard to go out and explore what the world has to offer when someone tells you that you are a disgrace to the family the moment you set foot back into the house. My parents don't ask questions when I tell them I'm going out, but they sure give the nastiest comments about the act of going out itself. Someone really has to teach them the concept of being a single working adult. I mean, my mother got engaged fresh out of college. She spent her short, single life having already promised to commit to someone, then got married right after. I sure as hell don't want to follow her footsteps.

Bottom line is, I long for good company. There's someone whose company I crave more than anything else, but he's so far away. All I have now are the cats and the books. I guess I'll just make do with that, as always.

I iz pathetic. Full stop.