Life with OC(P)D

Two weeks working for people on their holydays really got me tired.
I spent my days thinking:
 "I shall not pick up their cup of tea!
I shall not clean after others but myself!
I shall not pick the damn fucking cushions from the floor again!"

Vazio, ou refillable?

Quem porra mete um pacote de sumo vazio de volta no frigorifico? Damn you! Lorpa.

Professional Organiser

The other day I had an epiphany.
I obviously have an OCPD and can't see things out of place. And I love to organise. So I thought how could I make it a profitable thing?
Be a Professional Organiser!
The market isn't big, but if you keep in mind that it has a pretty exclusive clientele, meaning, only people with old money (and new money too) will take use of such a service.
So there is something to keep me occupied and to do as a side job if I can't get a proper job, or to do on the weekends as a fun thing.
I'll look into it.