Waste Land (in process)

I went for a job interview after receiving an offer letter, a few days ago... The interview was done at a theater, with 3 persons conducting the process. The interviewer is maybe someones loving mother or a caring husband, but in there they are like a police inspector doing an interrogation.

Today I receive a letter saying that I've succeeded to acquire the job... I am going to be sent overseas to a local farm research facilities, at California. With the letter there were a flight ticket and some spending money for my expenses...

its noon and i just arrive here... this place seems quiet... well, i just need to be at the address location before dusk. Luckily it wasn't hard to find this place, now i can rest myself. Right after dinner the landlord told me he will show me my workplace tomorrow morning

I woke up pretty early, it seems my body is not used to this country time yet. I haven't had a clue yet what this DREAM turnabout would be at that very moment...

during my stroll around the town this morning i noticed that the town people doesnt really like outsiders here, since everyone just stare at me... it is really awkward

after breakfast the landlord showed me my workplace and i started to