Around a year ago, I worked at a place whose morning/lunch crew refused to do their dishes, or even rinse them. My sister and I ran the bakery and her boyfriend’s baby brother was our dishie. We did all of these dishes EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. before dish came in at 3 pm. There’s a cart behind my sister that’s also stacked about 5 feet high with lunch plates. For context, this is about 5 hours worth of dishes.
She just sent me this from her memories. I was gonna blur my face but honestly, the desolation on my face was too good not to post.
by ctrooper7567
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I really hope there’s a dishwasher somewhere in that place
Your poor face is 100% r/WatchPeopleDieInside.
dios mio
was the dishwasher in the office with the owner for a “meeting”