Working in the field of journalism can do weird things to one's hours. In some ways, it is wonderful — I hate waking up early. In other ways, it is rough. I often find myself eating meals at weirder and weirder hours.
Today I decided to heat up some delicious roasted-red-pepper-tomato soup in a mug in the microwave. To avoid soup explosions and unnecessary cleaning, I choose to microwave in shorter increments and stir. When the time runs out on this particular microwave, the screen reads "YOUR FOOD IS READY" even if your food is, in fact, not ready.
The more accurate statement would be "YOUR TIME IS UP" but that would be sort of morbid in those emotionless green letters, while standing in the work kitchen waiting for your microwaved soup in a mug.
So, as hard as may be, I will settle for the polite but inaccurate phrasing in place of the accurate but existential crisis-inducing phrasing.