Resetting the darn microwave clock

Due to wiring problems in this building, or the civilized world's annoying habit of changing its clocks twice a year, I regularly do get the thrill of re-setting the digital timepieces in this apartment. Easy-piesy, in all cases but one.

The clock on the microwave often gives me trouble, and the manual is long gone so I have tended to start afresh, trying out possibilities, every time the situation arises.

No More. I am going to set it down here so as ever after to be able to use THIS as my manual.

First, hold the button that says "clock" down for three seconds. This gets that display off the "timer" setting onto the proper clock setting. The screen will then give me a choice between the twelve and the 24 hour format. Don't go with 24. That is annoying. I was never in the military and though the 'translation' of "1450" into "2:50" is only a little bit of mental energy, it is a bit I'm just as happy to conserve. So tap Clock button if necessary to avoid the 24 hour stuff.

The hour number should be blinking at this point. After a power loss and recovery, this will be blinking "12". Turn the dial to the right and the numbers will change until they get where you want to be. Then press the "ok" knob.

The "minutes" section of the display will now blink. Repeat the process above for the time you want.

Voila! Order is restored to the universe.

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