This is what they mean by reincarnation

So I have heard in many Buddhist circles that whatever issues you leave one place with will stay with you into the space you move into. I have heard many cubicle dwelling friends go to temple and explain their woes with a boss who is strangely like the last boss who is strangely like an ex-boyfriend and the person in the orange robe would say, "your situation will reincarnate until it is resolved. It's not the person. It's the soul of the situation."

Very insightful and something I carry in my Jesus-Conversational-Atheist heart (er, that's a whole other blog).

So, as some of you know, I no longer live at Sugar and I am an official Sugar community member. But I remember my days at the house very fondly. Sometimes with humor, sometimes with a grimace, always with love. And I now live in West Hollywood and work in Beverly Hills where I think of my home days fondly, my work days with a grimace, and all of it with love (yadda yadda).

Well, I must have the soul of a dirty dish haunting me.

At Sugar, there is always a problem with the dishes. People leave them, other people clean them, resentments happen. And the inevitable sign gets posted above the kitchen sink. "Wash your dishes, you fuckin' asshole" to paraphrase the many moist messages that have lived and died in the kitchen.

So here, in my little office in Beverly Hills, I am just a flight of stairs from a kitchen. Part of my job is to open the office at 7am. It includes clearing out the dishwasher and putting away dishes. It almost always includes moving dishes from the sink to the washer, and those dishes are always left in the sink by people quite capable of just putting it in the washer. As a once Sugar resident, I know there is nothing to do about this but take the extra ten minutes to put the dishes in the dishwasher and start it up again so they can pile up the next day and the next into eternity. No matter, doing dishes keeps me from having to schedule meetings.

Just now, I walked up to the kitchen to make some tea and low and behold, a fresh piece of paper taped to the wall above the sink:

"Guess what? Dishes go in the dishwasher. Trash goes in the trash."

Without even thinking I said "Oh my God! I'm at Sugar!"

No one was there to hear me. What is the sound of one Sugar Shackian in a karmic loop?