On the very first day I realized breakfast is on base every day at 5 am, which is nice, like in the army, 5 miles of free movement allowed in a relatively safe working area, but I have to work about 30 miles away from the base, in enemy territory, where I am trapped when lunch is provided by the company at 12. On day one I had to eat a piece of chicken because I was starving.... and the second day I ate half a quarter-pounder beef burger, same issue. Then I made a decision: Fuck that. I am a bloody vegetarian. So since that day I’ve been eating my breakfast and the side dish of my lunch and a nice, big veggie dinner...that’s it.
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