sexta-feira, 30 de junho de 2017

Purging

So, as any good OCD person, when your ''parents'' tell you to put the bin out and fill it up with any crap you can find, you don't just through away the broken plate or the mug with no handle. You actually just empty the shed, and start going through the shelves, cupboards, pantries, attic, cars, garden, and everything else.
After 5hs, you feel like you purged a hole shit of crap and that you deserve a medal that reads ''House organizer 5*''.
In the meantime, you also did the dishes (two loads), the laundry (wash, dry, pick, iron and put away), clean up all the machines filters, and made pancakes.
Yet, the ''oh thanks'' or ''that's lovely'' never comes.
And that is what is most annoying about being OCD. Is having a ton of work to do, but getting side tracked with shit that doesn't even matters to anyone else but you.
And the same questions keep popping in my head ''Why? But why?''
''Why has that mug been sitting in the garden for 3 days now? Why is there an empty cereal box in the cupboard? Why would someone leave 0.5cm of milk at the end of the jug? Why can't they do the 10cm that separat de sink from the dishwasher? Why can they understand that each self on the fridge has its purpose?''


Why fills my head...
And the worst, is knowing that you are the only one that can see it and get annoyed by it...
WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH ABOUT THIS SHIT?


quinta-feira, 22 de junho de 2017

Wording!

With this much typing, by now, I am a master at the art of WORDing. Should start giving ''How to use Word on Macs'' lectures...
Footer, header, automatic table of contents, automatic citations and references, section breaks, page breaks, tables, review,  and the fucking numbering!