Ten years ago I was working in a nice, artificially lit office in Washington D.C. It was a small company, with not more than two dozen employees, and it was located in an upscale part of town. I’d get in around 8:00 a.m., sit at my desk, pound away at the keyboard until noon, go downstairs to the food court, bring my food back to my computer, and then continue working until leaving for home at around 7:00 p.m.
If I remember right, the commute was about an hour, so by the time I finally got to my apartment I was starving. Lucky for me, I didn’t know how to cook, so I always had a healthy supply of store-bought pre-made food...
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