There is a pile of dirty coffee cups in the office’s breakroom sink. I find this amusing since there is a dishwasher a mere two feet away. I suppose some people leave them there thinking that there’s a “someone” whose job it is to wash them.

I don’t know who these mystery dishwashers are, but I’ve never worked at a company who had them. Except for that stint working for Applebee’s after I got out of the Navy. And for a month, I was the dishwasher when I first came aboard the U.S.S. Elliot.

Hot, sweaty, messy work, that was. If it got over 130 degrees in the scullery, I’d have to shut it down and take a break. That happened a few times.