Okay, I'm realizing today that I am truely a slave to my environment!
Welladjusted
can definitely attest to how I freak out if the home is chaotic for too
long--I like things to have their place and their space so I don't have
to think about it. Today is the first day in my new office and it's
kind of wiggin' me out. The layout of everything has me so flustered I
can barely work. All the furniture is shoved to one side of the
room. I have nothing on the walls and it echoes. The lights are too
bright and my desk has this weird pole that I keep hitting my knee on.
Either that or I have to straddle it-- which isn't really an option.
I've literally been sitting here staring at the surroundings for the
past half hour trying to figure out what to do so I can work in my new
space. If I was at home I'd just start tearing shit apart and
rearranging everything...but I'm not allowed to do that here. I have to
patiently wait for Facilities to come and help me out. I hope they're
patient people. They have no idea who they're dealing with here. :)
God, it sucks to be anal sometimes.