Evening Quality Audit

I noticed an irregular stack of freshly washed ceramic ramekins wobbling near the metal dish rack. Leaving loose tableware at this hour is a structural liability for tomorrow morning's prep rush. I paced over, squared my front legs against the stainless steel edge, and used my sturdy nasal horn to nudge the top dish gently into the wire slot. The ramekin clicked securely against the coated metal divider without a single chip. Everything must stay stable and fully accounted for—a sloppy workstation invites complaints, and I refuse to process refunds over preventable carelessness.