We’re finishing at five sharp; the last of the lettuce is on the menu and there’s salad for maybe twenty people.
Software projects I’ve been on rarely are finished; they just get a versioned release and we all go back to working on the next version. There’s a joy I take in projects that have an end, and I get that in theater and — it turns out — in washing dishes. It would be something else to have it as a full-time job, and the Dining Assistants here work longer and harder hours than almost anyone else.
And nothing against my office-mates, but the DAs are also a happy and friendly bunch of folks, and at South Pole about as over-educated for their postings as anyone. There’s at least one Masters degree and an X-ray tech. None of the cooks or chefs are serial pot-burners, and Chef James Brown came up from the dish pit when he was a boy, so there’s good respect for the job and sometimes he helps in the pit.