ADHD and Boring Work

Why the Dishwasher Is Our Mortal Enemy

There it sits. The dishwasher. Smirking at me from the corner of the kitchen like it knows I’m not going to touch it until I’ve run out of spoons — literally and metaphorically. I open it, see the mountain of clean dishes staring back at me, and feel the kind of dread most people save for colonoscopies. Somewhere in the ether, my ancestors are shaking t…