Only is some bizarre universe inhabited by Hoarders alone could I be considered a neatnik.
Still, I have certain areas about which I am incapable of tolerating disorder. Among these rarefied OCD nuggets of my personality is the world of computer cords.
No mishmash of power cords, printer cables, USB extensions or network cables intertwined into a technological magpie nest for me. Cords should be organized, freed of the encumbrance of each other, neatly looped and bound by zipties. If you’ve ever had to plunge into a Gordian knot of cables — unplugging and untwisting as you go — trying to extract one stupid cord for the thing you need to unplug, you have my sympathies.
Now that I have a laptop and a little cord society has come to live on my desk, I’m even more inflexible. I have no less than twelve devices that connect to my computer via a USB cable and I have to be honest: I no longer have the gray matter to remember what plug goes with what gadget.
[Getting older sucks.]
But one good OCD turn deserves another.
Is there something odd about using your label machine to label the box you keep the label machine in? If there is, don’t tell me.
Sigh. I feel much better now.