At work i sometimes have to clean and stack the trays. There is an M in the center so when i stack them they have to be facing the same direction.
When I put my paper money in my wallet all the notes have to be facing the same way with the denomination order from smallest at the front to largest at the back with NO dog-eared corners and no wrinkles in them lol.
My panties and bra have to be a matching set.
My make-up has to be applied in a certain order.
When shopping, I never pull the first thing from a shelf. I feel as if they are either shop worn,
touched far too much by others or a return. I always dig two or three back. Same thing with
books and magazines.
I've been doing the same morning stretches, in the same order before my morning
run for years.
"I'm Coming Out" by Diana Ross plays in my mind before every major guest lecture program or panel I participate in, or speech I give. Suddenly I'm not nervous, back's straight and head is high with a sly smile.
Don't get me started on my skin care regiment. 👀
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My little OCD is when I place something somewhere. I don’t like it when someone moves it some place else. Even when it’s not in it’s proper place, like meds next to the sink and not in the medicine cabinet and someone put it where it should be makes me a little upset.
Oh and like with my knives (I’m very super superstitions about), I don’t like people touching it without me handing it over to them. Even if someone closing it when I opened it.
I am very particular about the concrete testing equipment that I use for work. I keep it very clean and if I find that somebody else used it and didn't clean it properly so concrete has hardened on it I become quite vexed.
It is funny to watch my ocd manager freaking out over the amount of cups and stuff she has put in storage for the next day. Funnier still when another manager decides to make things neater and reorganizes the store in spite of the other manager.