On my cycle ride to work I pass old warehouses that have been converted to apartments. Each week somebody has to put the rubbish bins out on the street to be emptied, and rather than a haphazard and careless placement, the person here consistently does it with an order, precision, method and symmetry that would bring a tear to the eye of Hercule Poirot.
A classic example of this again this morning, even when there’s a car parked in the usual bin spot, there are arranged in a neat evenly spaced row exactly 10 bins on each side.
Whoever you are, your work is not unnoticed.