chad, cathy, andy, & i went to roasters on saturday night. the service was pretty slow. chad was reminded of the time he & cathy went there when the dish washers (people, not actual dishwashing machines) were on strike. in the same spirit, i am on strike here at the office. not really for the same reasons, but you get me. on a normal day i will periodically visit the kitchen and put the few dishes from the sink into the dishwasher. this morning however i had a lot of things going on so i didn't make it into the kitchen until about 10:30 or so.
now, i don't mind tidying up after people - it kinda comes with the job. and this isn't even that big of a deal, it's just a bunch of cups with stale coffee in them. the receptionist and i joke about this at least once a week. but seriously, how hard is it to, oh, i dunno, open the dishwasher, put your mug on the rack, and then close the thing? i guess the situation amuses me because no one has even bothered to empty the sink, and i think people are afraid to say anything to me. actually, i don't blame them, i'd be scared of me too.
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