I'm spending about a week and a half in Arizona, filling in for another guy at the Phoenix Jukt Micronics warehouse. Most of our Texas transplants are staying at The Marriott TownePlace Suites since the rooms are more spacious, have kitchens, and are a little easier to live in for 6 months. There are lots of good folks working there at the TownePlace Suites, and I owe them a lot.
I've worked in manufacturing for so long that I have a hard time doing anything in small quantities. If I buy laundry soap, I get a 3-month supply. When I cut my food, I generally slice everything on my plate and THEN start eating. It's called "batching your tasks". You don't have to handle your tools so many times.
....and ate my scrambled eggs and hard-earned bacon.
Before I left for work, I made a point of opening the windows and leaving the vent-a-hood and air conditioning turned up to "Geronimo". I left the satanic Dutch Oven in the sink.
Ten hours later which I got back to the room, the bed was made, the countertops were wiped down and everything seemed normal, except the place still smelled like someone had turned a pyromaniac loose in the Chicago Stockyards.
I can't imagine what the housekeeping crew thought when they walked into that horrific room. I have no idea how they pried the lid off the Dutch Oven, but there it was in the drawer with the other cookware, misshapen lid and all. I owe them big-time.
I might invite all of them over to eat tonight. I'm cooking lasagna.