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[vintage_belle]

The Dishroom is dead. Long live the Dishroom.

The dishwasher, which has been crying out for a mercy killing for the last year, has finally figured out how to commit the mechanical equivalent of suicide. The entirety of Downer has been taken over by disposable plates, cups, and silverware, and trays had to be washed in the upstairs itty-bitty, tiny dishwasher that does fuck-all. That was fun. (Read: lies.)

Also, the weather here really has to stop sucking. Although the two minute hail storm was amusing.

Comments

[slipperyliz.livejournal.com]

Screw the dishroom. Let's blow it up. Then blame it on someone else.

[rinkytrnk.livejournal.com]

Did they make the whole staff stay for that? I really hope not; I have way too much work to do, and from what I've been told, it looks like the machine isn't coming out of the ICU anytime soon (bad extension of suicide metaphor, I know)...

[tycho.livejournal.com]

O_o Suicide eh? Was it a messy suicide or just a quiet one with no explosions of the sort?

Pffft, Suck it up and deal with the weather! *cackles with evil glee*

[vintage-belle.livejournal.com]

It was a quiet suicide, one that snuck up on us without warning between lunch and dinner on Wednesday.

I had to deal with the weather for a fuckin' week! I'm allowed to be sick of it after seven days of cold and grey and wet crap.

[tycho.livejournal.com]

Damn. Those ones suck. If my tech is going to break down on me, I want explosions at the very least. Otherwise the excitement and entertainment just ain't there!

Mmmm, sounds like BEAUTIFUL weather. And this is me being serious, not sarcastic. I love that sort of weather! Mind you, I'm in Melbourne where Winter is more of a complete unpredictability event. Windy one moment, simple cold, then rain, then near 25 degree heat the next minute in the day! Predictability would be nice.