At my old job, there were 3.5 employees that shared a small fridge, microwave, and a coffee pot. There was also a sink and an open topped garbage can positioned at the end of the counter.
Without fail, one particular cow-orker daily would consistently leave a load of dishes piled high in the sink by the end every day(she’d never reuse mugs/bowls throughout the day… had to fill a new one) used a handful of cutlery covered in various congealed sauces, left puddles inside and trails leading away from the microwave, and could never manage to aim the waste into the can. Usually it was cans of soup with noodles splattered on the outside of trash can/wall/floor and the soup can left on the floor along with various wrappers that never made it inside the can. Also, she treated mayo as a beverage - squirting it directly into her gaping maw, and often leaving dribbles on the floor to be stepped in by her and tracked around.
So what kinds of slobs did you have the displeasure to share your workspace?
In my former office, we had a regular “hot sauce” Friday gathering. Everyone would bring (or make) their favorite salsa, hot sauce, etc. and share. One guy simply could not be stopped from “double-dipping”, and he was banned from the gathering. The bowls in the breakroom had signs stating that everyone except “Carl” was welcome to try them, and the weekly email reminder carried a disclaimer that “Carl” was not welcome at the gathering. He was actually on the distribution list so he got a weekly reminder to get lost.
He got all butthurt over it, but the message was made clear.
A couple years ago they remodeled our break room kitchen and for whatever reason decided not to install a dishwasher or disposal. So the sink has a mesh drain cover to prevent food waste from going down and clogging the pipes. They’ve also pinned up a sign over the sink saying to NOT rinse food waste into the sink, but to scrape it out into the trash can instead. Invariably the mesh drain cover is full of food waste.
One place where I worked was a WWII-era building that didn’t have a kitchen. Someone, I never figured out who, would rinse her breakfast dishes in the bathroom sink. I knew this because when I’d wash my hands, I’d see Froot Loops floating up out of the veryslo*w drain.
Honestly - how can someone not know that you don’t dump food down the drain???