>> Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Working from home, which is where I usually spend the first hour or two of my work day, is not all it’s cracked up to be my friends. Especially when you have a killer case of home OCD.
Case in point: This morning, at my dining room table that I like to pretend is a desk until I scatter papers everywhere and freak out because someone cluttered up my dining room table, I was faced with this OCD invoking scene.
You see this…
I see this…
A gazillion things to fix, tidy, straighten, primp, rehab, sweep, fluff, tweak and polish. Working away from the office can be torture to a self diagnosed home-obsessed nutcase like myself.
What is right in the world to put my mind at ease? Tea in the proper mug of course.