…working in restaurants for a living you get used to washing dishes. You also get used to having a dishwasher. Yes, a PERSON that is constantly washing the pots and pans that you use, the roasting pans that are burnt, the dishes with someone else’s eaten food on it, the glasses with lipstick stains, all those spoons you use to taste with all day long, graters with cheese stuck everywhere, ricers with mashed potatoes stuck in every groove, strainers with all the starch crap left if every whole that could take 1 hour to wash if you are anal about it, every single plastic container that was used to store food in it.
I have always known it was a thankless job. Being in the hot, steamy, short tempered kitchen if the dishwasher is in a bad mood, everyone pays for it. Everyone from the bartender, to the annoying little 2o something year old server, to the newbie cocky cook that makes you roll you eyes every time he opens his mouth, (yup, mostly likely a “he”) wants to yell at the dishwasher about something. I know I couldn’t do it! Nor would I put up with all the bullying that they are put through.
Now that I am at home cooking everyday. I have realized that if I ever get skinny it won’t be because I don’t want to cook; its because I’m getting really sick of washing dishes!!! (No I don’t have a dishwasher of any sort, I AM THE DISHWASHER.) Every time I turn around “they” are there…dishes, like stink bugs. I thought I washed them all but NO… YOU NEVER WILL! & You know what would be even better than thanking your dishwasher?… How about going over to that sink and washing some dishes. & don’t half ass it. Put the water on hot, get the clean sponge soapy, and scrub that grime. Wanna gold star… spray the sink down with some kind of house hold cleaner and wipe it down, clean out the drain. I know, I know, your head is about to explode.