Back story GO: a good while ago my mother’s place of work, a resort for weddings and business meeting was in a rut in the fact that they had no one to wash dishes in what was then a hectic wedding season, so me being the tragically bored human who loved money I am, took the job and considering the head chef there is a good friend of mine made the work less awkward.

Thus I joined the ranks of the proud dish dogs, not a pearl diver (eater of scraps) mind you, I may be a lazy somewhat overly snaking fellow but I hate scraps.

Now several months into my employment I discovered a book simply called Dishwasher, by a man named Pete Jordon. It is an amazing tale any dishwasher should like.

Anyway working in a kitchen is like being a cabin boy on a pirate ship, it’s full of womanizing, meat eating, foul mouthed, hard drinking, smoking people and you as the dish dog are there in servitude to whatever the kitchen needs, no matter the filth.

Now I don’t know if you’ve ever cleaned the ventilation system above a grill, but your hand comes out looking like your slowly being possessed by some kind of dark square-enix demon and freezer organization is like an epic game of Tetris where you must make the boxed fit neat and tidy before your fingers fall off.

The point I’m failing to get at is the lifestyle of a dishwasher is one of random ideas, if you’ve ever seen the movie waiting you might remember the character Bishop, the silent wise dish dog. My favorite scene involving him is when he tells Mitch to observe his surrounding closely just before asking him to wonder what life would be like if he was born blind. I laugh very hard at that part because that is exactly what it is like to wash dishes, your isolated in a small box of a room, people don’t acknowledge you and you slowly think of weirder and weirder stuff. Anyway I will update this page with info and thoughts of a random type, respond with your own dish stories if any.