OCD In Its Various Forms

The new cleaning lady vacuums our office every single day. Might be nice if they could do that after hours, but they have to do it at daytime because of security whatever...so for two hours, we can't hear ourselves think while the vacuum goes around. Really wish management would tell her to cool it.

Meanwhile, I have taken up the gauntlet of keeping the office fridge spic and span. Funny, my own fridge at home is a complete mess. But 30 people sharing one fridge...stuff can get out of hand. So I've become the office Fridgenator, throwing away anything that isn't nailed down. (You only have to see one three week-old takeout salad, or at least what appears to have once been a salad, to get fed up. The smells coming out of that thing were not unlike those of a county morgue.)

Eric is currently on his second of three dates in three days with The Girl. At least they're both obsessing in the happy land of New Relationshipsville, because it would be really awkward if he was tailing her all over the place without her approval. But this is a much more pleasant form of OCD, one that leaves both sufferers feeling giddy. So on that happy note, post over.