"No Annah, I told you that I want my things placed back the way I put it!"
"No Annah, that box file is on the extreme left hand corner."
"Annah! Can't you see the third file is placed upside down?"
Okay, that's me being real anal on a Monday morning and I can see from the poor girl's face that she is fed-up with my constant whines about her incompetent cleaning skills. The thing about maids, they only clean surfaces that they see and conveniently choose to ignore the rest. And when Chooey gets irritated when her things are dusty and in her usual Monday and Thursday morning vocal-practise routine, "Annah!"
How many times have I thought of firing her? Lost count. I need a HR manager here to help me do this nasty job of firing someone. Thing is, everytime I see her and think about her as a YOUNG single mother (she's younger than me), I can't bring myself to leave her jobless. So guess I'll be practising my UN-talented squeaky vocals every Monday and Thursday.
OCB - Obsessive Compulsive Behaviour.
NOT Oversized Chee Bye or something-O Chee Bye.
Say it with me....
OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE BEHAVIOUR.
For those who are not born Taiwanese or Singaporean or Malaysia, Chee Bye means Virgina in our totally cool dialect. And believe me, the mere mention of CB and the mind instantly thinks... Cheeee -Byyeeee.
Welcome to the warped minds of us, the yellow-skinned creatures.
I think I need psychiatric help. My OCB is getting worse with time. NEVER in my wildest dream did I ever imagine myself saying this.... I'M BECOMING A MONICA! Sad, but true. Not as exaggerated as that but bad enough. Most things have its place and I get irritated when my things get moved out of place, which is something that will shock my family coz if anything, I was notorious for moving things OUT of place.
And when it comes to work, my OCB gets even more out of control. My documents have to be colour-coded where necessary AND each piece of paper has to be filed in it rightful place. I swear by Post-It. Those multi-coloured papers are a blessing to one who suffers from OCB. I choked at myself when I finished the itinerary. On my left lay a neatly stacked pile of paper, grouped by per day basis, categorised by colour-coded Post-It and each category has its own specific filing method - accomodation followed by activities for the day followed by history of the location and finally the town-map. On top of each category is a typed out summary for that day.
CHARTS - Oh yes. The OCB's absolutel obsession. Each chart MUST contain all necessary information on one page that the OCB does not have to flip 10000 papers just to find one damn info. AND once again, colour coding within the charts. Like everything else, all information has its place and must be easily referenced.
I need help, don't I?
Like that sort of OCB isn't bad enough, my household arrangement is equally annal. Work files has its own space, categorised by customer and file type. Each customer has its own colour category and so does general documentations i.e. petty cash, courier invoices and household documentations subdivided by coloured dividers. Household cleaning stuff has its place and arrangement too. Same products have to be placed together and arranged by its height. To top it all off, I have to admit this is inherited from my mother but I am only at ease when I know I've got spare of everything. I sound like a bloody housewife BUT my satisfaction comes from seeing my neatly arranged variety of household cleaning products -
- Spare Toilet Duck - check.
- Spare Toilet Cleaning Solution - check.
- Spare Floor Cleaning Solution - check.
- Spare Window Cleaning Liquid - check.
- Spare Dish Washing Detergent - check. (etc. etc. etc.)
Bottomline is, there MUST be a spare of everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. Sundries, toiletries and stationeries are no exception.
As much as I know I need help, I have to say this... OCB is VERY therapeutic.Okay, okay, say it out loud people.... THIS GIRL'S GOT ISSUES. SHE NEEDS HELP.
Maybe.
But come on, isn't OCB the best disorder... ever? *chuckle*
Perhaps now I should divert my energy back to project 'Scream-Annah'..... JOKING!
Monday comes too quickly.
Back to work.
Back to raising orders, numbers crunching and designing jeans.
Seriously, how many jeans can one girl see in a lifetime?
Too many.
I need to indulge in another frivilous designer shopping spree again to remind me there's a world beyond mass production.
Or perhaps a new hairdo.....
Hmmm.... don't we girls just love our Monday morning bimbo moments?
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