The office Microwave is a political nightmare, when you think about it. Are you allowed to take other people’s stuff out if they’re not there and you’re waiting? What if it’s not microwaved enough? What if you make a call to bung it back in for another minute and then it’s microwaved TOO MUCH? And what kind of work friendship do you need to have to be able to handle someone else’s food? It’s all just too much sometimes and it’s no wonder I just go to the Bahn Mi place across the road instead.