So for the last three years I have worked faithfully in cubical-land.
At first, I thought I would go crazy in an environment like that but it really wasn't too bad. I even had a window seat so I was able to watch the sun rise every morning from my cube. Yes, I said, watch the sun RISE. I went to work at 5:00 a.m. and have pretty much been living like the walking dead for the last few years. Fast forward to today - I got a promotion at work (woo-hoo) and am now a supervisor. Good bye 5:00 a.m.!!!
Yesterday was my last day in my old job and I got to move out of my cube into my new office! Well.... ok, it isn't really an office, I have to climb a little higher up the corporate ladder for that. But it is a cube that is about three times larger than my old one and it is raised up on a platform above all the other cubes so I can feel all high and mighty and stuff.
My OCD REALLY kicked in yesterday. I usually just think that I am mildly OCD and like any other person, I just like things neat and clean. Then there are days like yesterday when I think I might have a mental illness and should seek treatment! It started when I went to examine the space I was moving into. The guy who occupied the space before me was kind enough to leave anything and everything he wasn't taking with him. The space was filled with old papers, random cords and computer paraphernalia (side thought - isn't paraphernalia a cool way to say "stuff"?) and garbage. There was even old food left. I found a jar of pickles in the desk drawer! Who keeps pickles at work?!? Anyway, I disposed of all of this junk then started cleaning. I think I used a whole container of Clorox disinfectant wipes cleaning the desk.
So far, this sounds pretty normal right? Just cleaning a dirty space. Well then it starts to get a bit weird. I notice that my computer keyboard is disgusting! Generally speaking I get totally skeeved out by things like a mouse, keyboard, and phone since they are germ magnets. I start working on the keyboard. I wadded up a disinfectant wipe into a tiny little point and started cleaning in between each individual key. For the dust that I just couldn't reach, I used an unwound paper clip to pick up the specks. If you can lift the speck out without touching a key you got it, if it touches the key it falls off and you have to try again. (it is kind of like playing Operation with dirt - super fun!) In my old cube, no one would notice me doing this because I was in my own little corner, but in this space, I am front and center and people were definitely noticing me spend an hour perfecting my keyboard. I started to realize that this might not be completely normal.
Once everything was clean enough for me to move in, I brought over all of my stuff. Being organized is just as important as being clean and I was going crazy that I had things like paper clips, push pins, and staples and just an open drawer to put them in. This simply would not work. After I got everything settled, I had a big pile of these random things that needed a home. So after work I drove down to the Container Store (which is a store designed specifically for people with OCD) and bought an desk drawer organizer. I then went back to work. Now keep in mind that I am done working for the day and don't have to be back until Thursday but being a bit sick in the head knew that I wouldn't be able to truly enjoy my day off knowing that there was a whole pile of junk on my desk that needed to be sorted. So I went back to work and finished organizing my desk.
When it was all said and done I was able to look at my sparkling clean and thoroughly organized desk and smile with satisfaction. Ok, NOW I can start my job... and maybe start looking for a therapist.