Honestly, I really enjoyed being a dishwasher. It was the kind of job that was all function, required none of my brain to do it, but it was still good, solid, honest work that put sweat on your brow and muscles in your shoulders. Plus, after a while it became both hypnotic and zen. Also, I love the energy of a restaurant kitchen, but I hated working with restaurant food.
My chore at my house is dishwashing and let's say that cleaning the popcorn bowl is loads of fun.
And I can imagine trying to scrape off whatever sick greasy thing is stuck to a plate at a resturant. (NOW that's hard)
Restaurants have giant, high-powered sprayers and huge industrial washers, and the whole thing is very much unlike the kind of dishwashing done at home. I'd go entire shifts without having to scrub anything, just aim that hand-held water cannon like sandblasting. I'm not a huge fan of washing dishes at home either, but that high-powered sprayer is some fun-ass shit.