Breakfast on my second day

So I started a new job yesterday. The office units like working in a Victoria's Secret catalog for hipsters. There are literally floor to ceiling photos of nubile 18 year olds (I can only hope they are that much younger than I am) dancing about in their undies. I did an hour on the treadmill last night and ate an apple with peanut butter for dinner. But you can see here pictured what I'm having for breakfast. More as the story unfolds.