The Art of Killing Time (And Not Coworkers)

How do you waste the most time every day?

You ever sit back at the end of the day and wonder where all your time went? Yeah, me too. But the funny part is, I already know—I waste it. And I waste it like a damn professional.

Now don’t get me wrong, I work hard. I’ve got two jobs, and Meals on Wheels? That one’s meaningful. I’m out there doing something that actually matters. But then there’s Domino’s… oh boy. Let me tell you something about working with the general public and a rotating cast of clueless coworkers. It’s like Groundhog Day with extra cheese. I spend half my shift repeating myself like a broken record—“Use the right cutter,” “That’s not how you label the box,” “Wash your hands, for the love of garlic.” About 30% of the people there? Absolute idiots. And it only takes that 30% to ruin 100% of my mood.

When I’m finally home during the week, you’d think I’d do something productive—write a book, learn to cook, finally tackle that project I’ve been putting off since 2019. Nope. I sit there and mindlessly scroll the internet. I don’t even know what I’m looking at half the time. Memes, weird videos, a couple of conspiracy rabbit holes. Suddenly it’s midnight and I’ve accomplished absolutely nothing except maybe figuring out the 10 signs I might be a time-wasting ninja.

But weekends? That’s where I try to redeem myself. If I can, I’m out geocaching or playing Munzee—just something that gets me out of the house, breathing fresh air and not dealing with pizza-related nonsense. And when I’m not out exploring, I’m relaxing with my dogs. Just hanging out with my pack, unwinding, and yeah… probably still on the web while one of the dogs is snoring on my leg.

So yeah, that’s where my time goes—into delivering meals, battling brain-dead coworkers, and getting lost in the digital wasteland. And you know what? As much as I complain, I guess it’s my own weird little rhythm.