Housekeeping Helps: The Dishpit Revolution
In college, I earned a little income working in the cafeteria's dishwashing room, affectionately labeled "The Dish Pit" by all who worked there. Mountains of dirty, smelly dishes would trundle through on a conveyor belt while we rinsed, sorted, and placed them on trays to be industrially cleaned. After my shift, I would smell like everything the cafeteria had served that day. Eeew! Shower time. Silly me - I thought I would escape the dish pit after college. Now I have a dishpit in my house! Breakfast...lunch...dinner...snacks. Every time we eat, more and more dishes pile up by the sink. Every time I cook dinner, the pots, pans, and baking sheets are stacked higher and higher. Sometimes I feel like I'm doing dishes all day long. Every day of the week. Every week of the year. It's a never-ending, rarely rewarding job, but it must be done. It must, or we will all lose our ever-loving minds...and our soft, smoot...