There once lived a girl with a very demanding job and a very mean supervisor. This supervisor was so mean to the girl with the very demanding job that she will forever remain nameless on this blog. The mean ole’ supervisor would ridicule the girl for her need for perfection, claiming “you can’t always wrap everything and tie it with a perfect little bow”.
Just for clarification, I was the girl with the very demanding job, and the very mean supervisor.
And had she been talking about wrapping Christmas presents, I would’ve argued that yes you can, in fact, wrap it up and put a perfect little bow on it.
But she was talking about insurance claims.
At the time I just assumed that it was my nature to deliver a quality work product. I chalked it up to having a strong desire to succeed and get things right. The first time. And I ignored her allegations.
And while I still believe that to be true, I’ve also learned that my life needs a tad more order than most.
Last night as the husband and I were winding down for bedtime, I noticed the dishwasher running yet there was still a partially full sink of dirty dishes. I also recalled that there were clothes in the dryer that had not been removed from earlier that day.
Unable to go to bed with a house in that manner, I hand washed the dishes in the sink, dried them and put them away. I had the husband “warm” the clothes in the dryer so that when I finished the dishes, I could fold them and put them away as well.
Here’s something you should know. I don’t fold cold clothes. Ever.
I waste electricity every single time I don’t pull them out when the buzzer buzzes, because I will run the dryer again in order for them to be warm. Every. Single. Time.
So, last night had me thinking about whether my mannerisms were obsessive compulsive or just quirky?
It made me think about my grandmother on my mother’s side. And then my mannerisms made perfect sense. Shoes come off at the front door. The only time treats are allowed in the living room is during Holidays, and even then you’re terrified to spill anything onto the light gray carpet (and I do mean light). Dirty dishes overnight are unheard of, and never ever are there clothes left in the dryer once the buzzer has buzzed. It’s official, I am my grandmother.
Except…..I have a dog that constantly brings in leaves, sticks, and other items that belong outdoors.
I eat in my living room daily.
I have mastered getting the laundry done on my terms, and not the buzzers.
I “could” wake up to dirty dishes, I just don’t like to.
I have an office/craft room/wedding gift warehouse that you’d never find at my grandmother’s. Oh, which means I have too much “stuff”.
So, in the words of that mean ole’ supervisor, I’m going to keep on trying to put my life and its components into pretty little boxes, with pretty little bows.
What about you, have any quirky characteristics? If so, do share!