Okay, real talk: I used to think the Pomodoro Technique was some kind of pasta-making method. Like, “Step 1: boil water. Step 2: add penne. Step 3: magically become productive.”
Nope. Turns out it’s a focus trick. And not just any trick—the kind of thing that actually got me through writing this blog post without scrolling TikTok every five minutes. (Though full disclosure: I still scrolled, just less. Baby steps.)
If you’ve never heard of it—or if you’ve heard of it but rolled your eyes—it’s basically this: work in short bursts (traditionally 25 minutes), take a quick break, repeat, and suddenly your brain stops sabotaging you. Wild, right?
And I swear, as a resident of Queens—where distractions range from neighbors blasting bachata at 2 PM to the ice cream truck rolling up during Zoom calls—I needed this method more than most.
My First Pomodoro Disaster
So, picture this: I set my phone timer for 25 minutes, all hyped up like, “This is it, I’m turning my life around.”
Minute 1: feeling good.
Minute 7: realize I forgot my coffee, go grab it.
Minute 12: cat jumps on keyboard, chaos.
Minute 18: “Maybe I should reorganize my Google Drive.”
Minute 25: timer rings, and I’ve written… exactly one sentence.
Honestly, I should’ve been embarrassed, but instead I laughed. Because, hello, this was my brain every day. The Pomodoro thing just made it obvious.
Why It Works (Even If You’re a Hot Mess)
Here’s the sneaky genius of it: your brain loves deadlines. Not scary IRS deadlines, but tiny, fake ones.
Twenty-five minutes is short enough that your inner procrastinator is like, “Fine, we can do this.” But it’s long enough to actually get something done.

Plus, knowing you’ve got a break coming up? That’s like telling yourself, “Chill, you can check Instagram soon, just finish this first.”
And suddenly, instead of five hours of “ugh,” you get these little sprints of “okay, fine.”
How I Actually Use It (Queens-style)
I don’t follow it perfectly. (Shocker.) The “real” Pomodoro Technique is 25 minutes on, 5 minutes off, repeat four times, then take a longer break. But sometimes 25 minutes feels too short, and other times it feels like climbing Everest.
So here’s my messy remix:
- 40 minutes on, 10 minutes off when I’m deep in writing mode.
- 15 minutes on, 5 minutes off when I’m cleaning or doing boring chores.
- And sometimes I just do one Pomodoro and call it a win. Because hey, progress.
Things That Surprised Me
- The breaks matter more than the work.
I used to think breaks were for lazy people. Wrong. Breaks are fuel. Without them, I end up staring at my laptop like a zombie. - You can accidentally trick yourself.
Sometimes I start a 25-minute timer thinking I’ll stop after. But when it rings, I’m in flow, so I keep going. Boom—an hour of focus I didn’t think I had. - It feels like a game.
Weirdly, the timer makes it fun. Like I’m racing myself. Sometimes I even pretend I’m in a video game where the boss fight is “finish your dang report.”
When It’s a Lifesaver
- Work deadlines: That report due at 3 PM? Two Pomodoros and you’re golden.
- Studying: My cousin used this for her nursing exams—said it made memorizing anatomy less soul-crushing.
- Cleaning: I once did a single Pomodoro of cleaning my kitchen. Honestly? It looked better than it had in weeks.
When It Doesn’t Work (Because Nothing’s Perfect)
- Phone near you = disaster. I swear, I “just check one text” and suddenly my 25 minutes is gone.
- Meetings. If your job is 80% meetings, good luck. The Pomodoro won’t save you from “circling back” 47 times.
- Creative blocks. Sometimes I sit through the whole 25 minutes and write nothing but bad ideas. (But hey, that’s still progress, right?)
Mini Story: The Subway Pomodoro
One time I tried doing Pomodoros on the 7 train. My stop to Times Square is about 20 minutes, so I thought, “Perfect, built-in Pomodoro.”
Except, midway through, a mariachi band got on and started performing. Which, don’t get me wrong, was amazing. But productivity? Out the window. Still, I scribbled a paragraph with trumpets blasting in my ear, and honestly, that’s the most Queens version of productivity I’ve ever experienced.
My Advice If You’re Gonna Try It
- Start small. Don’t schedule 10 Pomodoros a day. Try two. See how it feels.
- Use a physical timer. I swear the little tomato-shaped ones feel more fun than your phone. (Plus, your phone won’t tempt you into Instagram doom.)
- Make your breaks real breaks. Don’t just scroll. Stretch, drink water, go stand on your fire escape like you’re in a music video.
The Bigger Picture
Here’s the wild part: it’s not just about “getting work done.” For me, the Pomodoro Technique made me feel less guilty.
Instead of beating myself up for procrastinating all morning, I’d do two Pomodoros and actually feel proud. And when you stack those up over weeks? That’s how you crush bigger career goals.
Like, I literally drafted my résumé one Pomodoro at a time. Updated my LinkedIn another Pomodoro. Sent out applications another. It was like building Lego bricks. Annoying one by one, but suddenly you’ve got a castle.
Random Tangent (Because My Brain Works Like This)
Back in 8th grade, I once wore two different shoes to school. Not cool mismatched Converse. Like, one dress shoe, one sneaker. Totally accidental.
I bring this up because the Pomodoro Technique is like that: you don’t have to match everything perfectly. It can look a little chaotic. Still works. People might laugh, but hey, you got through the day.
Resources That Helped
- Francesco Cirillo’s official site (he invented the method with an actual tomato timer).
- A quirky productivity blog I love: Ness Labs—great if you want rabbit holes about how the brain works.
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Final Thought Before I Forget
If your career goals feel overwhelming—like climbing the Empire State Building without an elevator—just remember: it’s literally about one Pomodoro at a time.
Not glamorous. Not Instagram-worthy. But real. And honestly, it works.
So set the timer, my friend. Even if you mess it up. Even if you stop halfway. Even if your cat walks across your keyboard. Because progress in little chunks? That’s how you quietly, stubbornly win.