So who cares about dirty dishes in the sink? I do. It is rude and filthy. Wash your fucking shit. If you are at home (and not in college) would you leave a heaping stack of filthy putrid dishes in the sink for somebody else to clean up? If you are a reasonable person who likes cleanliness you do not. But evidently, I work with troglodytes.
The worst fucking part, is that there is a dishwasher literally inches from the sink. Many times it is full. These people decide that rather than doing their part to help out their coworkers by unloading the dishwasher, they just leave their filthy china in the sink for somebody else to deal with. Oh yeah, they could also hand wash their dishes too, but fuck it - in for a penny, in for a pound.
This blog is dedicated to the documentation (and commentary) of the mess I find in my office kitchen. Why go to the trouble of blogging it? Well repeated assails from myself, others around the office and our HR department have not ceased the continued disregard for basic human decency. One incident above all others pushed me over the edge.
The worst fucking part, is that there is a dishwasher literally inches from the sink. Many times it is full. These people decide that rather than doing their part to help out their coworkers by unloading the dishwasher, they just leave their filthy china in the sink for somebody else to deal with. Oh yeah, they could also hand wash their dishes too, but fuck it - in for a penny, in for a pound.
This blog is dedicated to the documentation (and commentary) of the mess I find in my office kitchen. Why go to the trouble of blogging it? Well repeated assails from myself, others around the office and our HR department have not ceased the continued disregard for basic human decency. One incident above all others pushed me over the edge.
I come into the office on May 13, 2010 and find this:
The sink drainage system was not working for a few days and the entire poison shack (area under the sink filled with cleaning supplies) had to be emptied in order to repair it. Unfortunately, it took maintenance a few days to expedite the repairs. What did this lead to? A dish log jam. Here is the email I sent to the entire office.
Ok,
I have been silent too long.
Many mornings I and a handful of other people I know of have been welcomed in the kitchen by an armada – a plethora if you will – of filthy dishes. Specifically mugs and utensils left in the sink with no discernable trace of soap or clean water. Many times there is also one mug with a dried tea-bag in it. It is disgusting and embarrassing. When this happens I am immediately angry. I begin to clean the dishes and the almost Zen-like task (MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY IT) calms me down and has kept me from emailing the whole office and wasting your time with these frivolous emails until now. I just went into the kitchen. I took a picture of what I saw and attached it.
If you are on a blackberry, let me describe it to you: four filthy mugs in a row on the counter. One with a quarter cup of coffee, one with a spoon in it, one with a fork in it (and shriveled tea-bag) and one with a knife all presumably dirty. I am glad to see we had the United Nations of unwashed dishes.
As we all know, we cannot use the sink in the kitchen for the time being, but that does not mean that there are not two fully functional sinks working in whichever restroom bears your androgynously-gender-specific stick figure.
My point is this – This office is filled with some of the most intelligent people I have ever met – many of us with prestigious post graduate degrees. Let’s try exercising a bit of common sense and clean up after our selves like an adult. It is embarrassing.
Oh, one more thing. I sit facing the kitchen. I see everything.
Not a sermon, just a thought.
Sincerely,
Kitchen Czar
P.S. – Kind of a sermon.
Despite this scathing email, the problem continued and now you, interwebs, YOU will see the HORROR! THE HORROR!
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