Today I decided to go buy my lunch instead of packing something nutritious, because I am a very bad person whose boyfriend has high cholesterol and by god if I'm going to eat badly it has to be alone. I went up to the chip truck - it's called the chip truck but they also sell some bitchin' wraps and salads and subs, but also chips - and ordered a chicken burger (no fries, though, because that is my concession to health. Don't laugh.) Then I changed my mind, because if I wasn't having fries I shouldn't have a chicken burger either, because they are also deep fried. Technically. So I ordered a regular burger, a cow burger, a burger filled with CRAZY COW MEAT. This? This is living dangerously. I may not be able to afford sky diving, but by god I order BEEF.

The chip truck is run by this awesome Scandinavian family who has loud arguments about orders in Swedish, and since I worked in the building where they each ran in to use the loo four times a day they all know me on sight. I placed my order and, after a minute or two the older brother, whose name I should know since I see him almost every day, leaned out the window and said "Are you sure you don't want a chicken burger? Because we made one by accident five minutes ago for somebody else and if you want it, you can have it, for free." and I thought about it long and hard, and it was a difficult decision but I managed to say "YES! SURE! SWEET!"

So I got me a free burger. I think this is auspicious. New job? Check. Two 22" monitors and a Quad-core computer? Check. Free food? CHECK.