So much is going on this week, including the ongoing government shutdown, bad weather, conflicts overseas (okay, so that’s another ongoing one since time immemorial), and I could rant about any of them, but instead I’m going to talk about a table in the office cafeteria.
Every Monday at lunchtime, I go to a particular table in the cafeteria, where I have the privilege of dining with two senior colleagues who show up later. Somebody sits at that table before me, and leaves it in a horrible state. There is usually smears of sauce or gravy of some kind, and by the time I arrive it has dried on, so I break out my handy pack of Clorox(R) wipes and apply elbow grease until it comes off. I figure nobody–executive or minimum wage peon–should have to sit at a dirty table.
Which brings me to the person who leaves this horrid mess. I imagine they are the same type of person who leaves ummentionable calling cards in restrooms and garbage within an inch radius of the drain and disposal. People of this caliber seem to thrive on general ill will and tend to super glue the chip to their shoulders. Even the lowliest person down on his luck can take a moment to clean up a space before leaving it. We should all follow by example or, if none has begun the trend, start it outright.
Sure, somebody else will take care of it, but the problem is that you and I are somebody else.
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