OC-Delicious!
DISCLAIMER: This has nothing to do with food!
So, today I had to battle my irrisitable urge to be OCD.
There used to be things like counting "Nemo Poles" as I so affectionately called the orange poles with white stripes on the side of the road. I used to have to pull into the garage on the same side everytime. Today, it is something along the lines of sequencing...I am faxing at work and I have some 303 area codes, some 719 and 970 to send and they are all mixed in. I REALLY want to sort them so I do the same ones in a row, but I won't. I need to abstain from my urge to sort.
Sometimes I get like that. It's funny.
So, today I had to battle my irrisitable urge to be OCD.
There used to be things like counting "Nemo Poles" as I so affectionately called the orange poles with white stripes on the side of the road. I used to have to pull into the garage on the same side everytime. Today, it is something along the lines of sequencing...I am faxing at work and I have some 303 area codes, some 719 and 970 to send and they are all mixed in. I REALLY want to sort them so I do the same ones in a row, but I won't. I need to abstain from my urge to sort.
Sometimes I get like that. It's funny.