My office is a little too close to the kitchen for my liking. It's not that I suffer foul smells emanating my way, thankfully, but I do suffer the microwave beeps signalling a forgotten lunch is now ready. The microwave will beep incessantly until you open the microwave door. One woman whose office is four offices away from the kitchen microwaves her lunch each day. She places her tray in the microwave, sets the timer, hits START, and then returns to her office and completely forgets that she's hungry. Today, as yesterday and Monday, I got up from what I was doing, went into the kitchen to open the door so that I could do my work without the beep that was crawling through my ears and down my nerves and up my spine to the point of making me want to do bad things to good people. Where today differs is that about half an hour after I stopped the beeping AGAIN, I wanted to warm up my coffee so I opened the microwave door and GUESS WHAT? Her lunch was still there. So, I removed the lunch, put my coffee in and heated it up. And wouldn't you know it, here she comes.
Me: I pulled your lunch out. It was done.
Her: No, it's only half done but that's okay.
Me: Oh, I thought it was done, the microwave was flashing E-N-D. [True, but THAT was 30 minutes ago when I opened the damn door to shut the damn thing up.]
Her: No, I have to take the cellophane off and heat it another two minutes. I don't mind that you took it out to heat your coffee though.
She doesn't mind? After lunch being 30 minutes in the microwave, she doesn't mind.
Now, right now, the beep is going off. Why? Because she returned to her office and again has forgotten and here I go to open the damn microwave door so that I can get some quiet around here.
It's the little things.