In a mission to reduce my consumption of take away food and increase the amount of cash in my pocket, I made the NY resolution to not buy take away food at work from Monday to Thursday (Friday is the exception because everyone buys lunch on Friday and if you don't you feel like a paedophile at a Mothers Club meeting (or maybe its a Mother at a Paedophile meeting?)). So far so good.
So today (first week of Feb), I was reheating my left over Hokien Noodles in the good ol' wave of micros and using my well refined guestimation skills I punched in a minute and thirty seconds.
The crisis I faced (and this was almost a full blown existential crisis complete with nervous shakes and my heart beating like a Staffy on crack) was what to do for that minute and thirty seconds? It's not long enough to start an important task and it's an awkward amount of time to stand in the kitchen doing sweet FA.
I ended up walking between my desk and the kitchen 9 times trying to figure out what to do. Problem solved.
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