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danielkanhai:
i remember when i was little and i had to microwave something i’d always ask my mom how much time i needed to microwave it. like i thought at some point adults just learned the right amount of time to microwave anything. she was always right too so i believed her. now i’m an adult and i realized she didn’t know the right times for stuff. she just made it up. she’d be like, “i don’t know, a minute thirty?” and i’d walk away like, “wow how did she know that?” i used to think microwave times were like cooking laws you never broke. now i just throw shit in the microwave and set it on a whim. one minute? two minutes? four minutes? who cares? nothing is what you think it is.
one of the ways we know my boss is Evil is that she thinks microwave settings matter. She gets angry if we change it from medium. lady the dial is meaningless, it’s like the ‘doors close’ button in a lift, to give you the illusion of control. Let it go. Let the microwave gods decide like a normal person. Stop belittling your staff to distract yourself from your own inadequacies
ok i was just talking about this, though, I remember the time before we had a microwave. We got our first microwave because Grandma was getting rid of hers. And then we got a second one because someone else was like “wait you don’t have a microwave??” and gave it to us, so. Then we had two.
I also remember us getting our first color TV when I was like, six, so– I mean– I was born in 1979, this is wildly anachronistic (my mother can also remember being under ten and getting her first color TV because she watched JFK’s funeral in color, but she clearly grew up in a kind of… different sort of household than she raised me in).
So I think, like, people had microwaves before that, and we just didn’t because we were, I dunno, sort of neo-Luddites kind of? (I remember getting our first VCR. In uh. The 90s. We were. We were behind the times a lot.)
So like– Mom didn’t know anything about microwaves either, she just told us not to do it for too long because it might catch fire, which, like, okay. So I would never put anything in for longer than a minute and i kind of still do this, and just stand there like an asshole and wait so I can add another minute.
And it didn’t really occur to me that other people… don’t do that…
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deputychairman:
danielkanhai:
i remember when i was little and i had to microwave something i’d always ask my mom how much time i needed to microwave it. like i thought at some point adults just learned the right amount of time to microwave anything. she was always right too so i believed her. now i’m an adult and i realized she didn’t know the right times for stuff. she just made it up. she’d be like, “i don’t know, a minute thirty?” and i’d walk away like, “wow how did she know that?” i used to think microwave times were like cooking laws you never broke. now i just throw shit in the microwave and set it on a whim. one minute? two minutes? four minutes? who cares? nothing is what you think it is.
one of the ways we know my boss is Evil is that she thinks microwave settings matter. She gets angry if we change it from medium. lady the dial is meaningless, it’s like the ‘doors close’ button in a lift, to give you the illusion of control. Let it go. Let the microwave gods decide like a normal person. Stop belittling your staff to distract yourself from your own inadequacies
ok i was just talking about this, though, I remember the time before we had a microwave. We got our first microwave because Grandma was getting rid of hers. And then we got a second one because someone else was like “wait you don’t have a microwave??” and gave it to us, so. Then we had two.
I also remember us getting our first color TV when I was like, six, so– I mean– I was born in 1979, this is wildly anachronistic (my mother can also remember being under ten and getting her first color TV because she watched JFK’s funeral in color, but she clearly grew up in a kind of… different sort of household than she raised me in).
So I think, like, people had microwaves before that, and we just didn’t because we were, I dunno, sort of neo-Luddites kind of? (I remember getting our first VCR. In uh. The 90s. We were. We were behind the times a lot.)
So like– Mom didn’t know anything about microwaves either, she just told us not to do it for too long because it might catch fire, which, like, okay. So I would never put anything in for longer than a minute and i kind of still do this, and just stand there like an asshole and wait so I can add another minute.
And it didn’t really occur to me that other people… don’t do that…
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