Yes, I know.  There are much weightier things going on in the world.  But I’m going to address the elephant in the workplace.  Here’s my bugaboo.  The workplace kitchen.  In our workplace, we don’t have someone who is designated as dishwasher, kitchen cleaner.  It supposed to be everyone taking responsibility for their own stuff.  But invariably, the kitchen sink fills up with dirty coffee cups. Every. Single. Day. I mean about 80 per cent of the time the dishwasher is empty but apparently no one would know because they don’t open it. I remember back in the day, hopefully Rod Kidder doesn’t consider this an overshare, but in the old building that was at the bottom of the Broadway bridge, there wasn’t really a kitchen.  Just a galley area outside the newsroom.  And we didn’t have a dishwasher, and those cups would fill up until there was literally there was not a single clean cup in the building.  Rod would get fed up and he’d fire them all in the garbage.  I thought it was brilliant.  Oh well, I guess I’ll take reassurance in knowing that no one is filching lunches in the fridge anymore.