You know it’s going to be a bad day when the first email you have to send out is something like this:
I hate to have to send out a note like this, but Dave tagged me with being this month’s Kitchen Etiquette Czar.
Will whomever is taking out the one item out of the dishwasher, leaving it in an unknown state of cleanliness, either (a) finish emptying the dishwasher or (b) stop doing it?
When you do this, the “dishwasher done” light goes off. The dishwasher’s contents look clean, but no one can be sure. This presents a dilemma when the kitchen faeries see dirty stuff in the sink: do they subject my colleagues to the vagaries of bacterial mischief so they complete the 97-second task of emptying the dishwasher and remove the dirties from the sink? Or, do they add the dirty stuff, run the dishwasher a second time and doom a thousand** baby seals? Or, do they just let it become someone else’s problem? Colleagues, sea-critters, procrastination… this time they opted for emptying it.
+Probably far less than a thousand. Okay, at most one. Regardless, the faeries hate running the dishwasher unnecessarily.
My day got progressively worse, ending up with a ride home through some scary winds. Renton, the closest official reporting facility, had gusts of 34mph, though the I-90 corridor seemed to be pushing higher at times. It was so predictable that I had to stop three times and wait for a break.