i can only imagine what your apartments/houses/desks look like

Today at work we had a potluck lunch.

A few people brought in some homemade goodies (a few people signed up to bring food and then just...didn't).

I went the easy route and made a big, beautiful Greek salad. I arranged the ingredients in neat little rows (kalamata olives, pepperoncini, cucumber, tomato, red onion and feta).

After the potluck I went into the kitchen to wash out my bowl and saw THIS:


(What you can't see are the remnants from someone's chicken soup – including carrots, noodles and celery pieces – clogging the drain and stuck to the bottom of the sink)

And when they ran out of room in the sink, they started piling the mugs, glasses and bowls on the counter.

The best part of this whole scenario is that about 2 feet to the left is a dishwasher.

Right.

Cursing the slobs that I work with I open the dishwasher to discover it's full of CLEAN dishes.

So that's why the sink is full.

Being the nice (and clean) person that I am, I start emptying the clean dishes into the cabinet.

A female coworker walks in to get some coffee.

CW: "Wow, you're a better woman than I am."

Yeah, no shit.

ME: "Well, I can't wash my dishes so I'm just making room."

CW: "Now I feel like I should help you..."

I didn't quite catch the rest of her sentence, since she was walking out of the kitchen, back to her desk.

Two minutes later a male coworker comes in and stares at me doing this crazy manual labor.

CW: "We have people that do that, you know."

ME: "Unload the clean dishes?"

CW: "Yes."

ME: "Right. The cleaning people put the dirty dishes in here every night and run it. Then, in the morning, they're clean."

CW: "And then tonight they'll unload it and put the dirty dishes in."

ME: "You can't even see the sink. I can't wash my bowl."

CW: "So leave it and have them wash it. That's their job."

And being considerate is EVERYONE'S job.

Seriously.

Who raised these people???