An Open Letter to the Dirty Dishes

Friday, 28 September 2007, 16:20 | Category : working
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Dear Dirty Dishes,

You’ve been in the company sink for the last week, at least. You’re not getting washed. I don’t know who placed you there, perhaps in a hurry to get to a meeting, with good intentions to come back and wash you. Sadly, those intentions were not followed-through on, and there you sit, in your old-food slime.

I can’t bring myself to wash you. The most I do is run fresh water on you as I wash my own dishes, which live in my office. I wish that someone who placed you there would remember you, and come back and wash you. Preferably before you start growing mold or bugs. I admit, you gross me out a little. Something about the dirty dishes being there for days…weeks… the forgotten food particles slowly processing and changing into unrecognizable forms. It makes my stomach turn.

This isn’t the first time you’ve appeared. Do you know small glass baking pan? It was in the sink for 2+ weeks before I finally broke down and threw it away. I don’t want to give you that fate.

So dear, dear, dirty dishes. I sincerely hope that when I come back on Monday you’ll be cleaned and put away. If not… well… I may just have to avoid the company sinks for a while.

Sincerely,
B.

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