I chewed my hair. Started reading the torture that is a contract in Chinese, trying to find any unfair conditions or some loophole where our company could score some mega points. Actually, I was just trying to read the first sentence and got frustrated, thus the hair chewing.
Takada Boss: “Mary, you always nibble on your hair,” said my ultimate-cool-canprobablyruletheworldandkickyourass-woman-boss that sits next to me.
Mary: “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” （すみません）