The Struggle is REAL

Everybody has crazy quirks. Some people pick their noses and eat their boogies while driving down the road... I've seen it happen, true story; some people are superstitious; some people are completely OCD.

I fall into the OCD category. I wasn't always this way. I think my tendencies have grown in massive proportions over the years as a coping mechanism for things that I cannot control.

OCD exhibit 1: Say hello to my staple collection. Yes, sitting on my desk is approximately 7.1 pounds of used staples. No, they don't stay there. I put them in a cup until the cup fills up and then store them in a Christmas Popcorn tin.

Moving on...

If I change one aspect/task of my morning routine, I ALWAYS forget my cell as a result. I think I need to submit this situation to be added to the list of eponymous laws. Seems perfectly logical to me... can't you just picture Trina's Law listed just beneath Murphy's Law?

So, as I was saying, I alter one task, and I forget my cell. This morning, I meant to place my mini-stitch from last night into my pocketbook to bring to the office. I sat it down right beside my pocketbook instead of in it b/c I remembered I needed to grab my cell. I grabbed my cell, and walked out the door leaving the mini-stitch. Ergo, no photo today. Just me ranting.

I have been employing my GOOGLE-ology skills in an effort to understand why things are the way they are... especially when it comes to the multitasking ability of my hamster to operate my brain. Stay with me, I am making it to my point for the day.

I always have a song playing in my head. I have previously just chalked it up to "there's a song for everything" in life. Usually it doesn't bother me... I can't say the same for my co-workers when I start singing something random... today has been the theme song to WKRP in Cincinnati and the theme song to Cheers... " Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name"... sad but true... don't judge the decade of music... I am a Model 78 after all, and my brain likes all genres of music. Anyways, at other times, it can be utterly horrific... trying to sleep at night and my brain is singing "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...". 

Today I researched this phenomenon. Apparently, I suffer from music hallucinations or "earworms". And people who are slightly neurotic or OCD suffer from this the most. Isn't that just great! Don't believe me... go talk to GOOGLE. I'm telling you the struggle is real.