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My lunch location is determined in the following nested if statement:

IF I have a lunch engagement
THEN go to engagement

ELSE free food available work
THEN eat at work

ELSE in a rush
THEN eat with 3 blocks of work

ELSEIF eat at home

None of the first three conditions triggered much this week so I tended to eat at home. The other scenario whereby I’ll eat at work is if I’ve packed my own lunch. I am remarkably incapable of packing a lunch that doesn’t depend on salad greens and having none, I didn’t pack my lunch.

On the way from the subway station to my apartment which clocks in at maybe 100 feet, a fellow that looked like a homeless Dudley Moore started following me and asking me questions. I blocked him out and as I approached my front door, the mail man was there. He dropped the mail into the bottom metal box for my downstairs neighbor but then held off dropping mine in when the fellow following me said “Hello” to the mail man. The mail man stopped, somehow presumed the vagrant following me was somehow associated with me and gave him my mail. I slammed the door behind me and got halfway up the stairs before realizing what had just happened. I recalled there being two pieces and both were in glossy envelopes, statistically he is now in possession of a credit card pre-approval and a note to the previous tenant to pay a parking ticket in Seattle, Wa. I hope they make good rolling papers.

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Gary: Is that Chef Boyardee?
Me: Yes.  How are you going to make fun of me?
Gary: What do you mean?
Me: Joe and Reed both made fun of me for it.
Gary: Nah, be proud.  Chef Boyardee carries on a proud tradition of quality foods at low cost that can be prepared at home.
Me: Thank you.
Gary: Maybe one day you’ll turn 10 and will pack a real lunch for yourself.
Me: Die in a fire.

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Reed: Is that Chef Boyardee?
Me: Yes.  It’s good and only as 440 calories per can.
Reed: I remember when I packed that for my son along with a juice box and a fruit snack.
Me: It’s allowed me to cut my lunch cost to under $2.00.
Reed: Maybe you should ask for a higher allowance.
Me: Die in a fire.

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Joe: Is that Chef Boyardee?
Me: Yes.  It’s good and only as 440 calories per can.
Joe: Are you 9?  Where’s your Go-Gurt and Capri Sun.
Me: It’s allowed me to cut my lunch cost to under $2.00.
Joe: Is that all your mom gives you?
Me: Die in a fire.

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After a former temp left, my weekly routine of Wednesday lunch with my same-aged cohort at work was broken until I reached out and found two other folk under 35 to join us for this week.  We discussed our coworkers, jobs, backgrounds and such and was unsure if this’d continue until an exchange as we returned to our labs a little over an hour after leaving:

Coworker: Wow, I didn’t know you could spend an hour just discussing the quirks and oddities of your coworkers.
Me: Yep.
Coworker: So…. same time next week?
Me: Yep.
Coworker: Ok, I’ll take notes this time.