microwave madness

21 October 1998

Someone is microwaving a nasty Dinty Moore-type meal. I can tell, because the smell is permuating the air all the way from the break room. Bleah. I'm sitting here, minding my own business, and I start smelling this weird greasy chili-mac-salsa-tomatoey... thing. I can't even tell WHAT the hell that stuff is.

It's six in the morning, fercryinoutloud. Who is eating ramen or whatever the hell it is at this hour? For one thing, we get real food in an hour (it's bagel day at Sun). Even if we didn't, that's just... eww. Yuck. I stopped eating like that when I got out of college. Come to think of it, why would you eat like that if you didn't have to? Maybe payday is too far off for whoever's in there puttering around. Who knows.

I'm glad I had real food tonight. I think I'm going to need to snag a doughnut when they get here just to get rid of the lingering mental aftertaste of the lovely microwave meal. Shudder.