I never would have classified myself as someone who has OCD. I don’t wash my hands every 10 seconds, I touch lots of things I probably shouldn’t, I even try on hats at the store despite the fact I’m probably the 100th person to do it and statistically should catch lice in about 14 seconds.
However, I LOVE to restock things. I don’t just love it, I lurve it.
Such a joy, restocking things. Perhaps I’ve missed my calling, to do the all important job of restocking groceries at Walmart, the receiver of my paycheck.
I once worked at the Health Department for two months as a Nurse Aide. I got to do all kinds of exciting things like take blood pressure, check temperatures, use the scary scale and prick fingers to test for iron and lead. I also learned how to draw blood, with a big fat needle and everything. It was nerve racking work, it made my blood pressure skyrocket, but it was kind of fun.
But the best thing, the thing that made my crazy days at the Health Department bearable was restocking all the supplies. I would trail behind the other ladies, making them nervous, and restock the alcohol wipes, the bandaids, the needle pieces and thingamabobs. It was so annoying to have a day off and come in to see all the supply depleted with nary a nurse aid taking interest in restocking. But all was right in the world if I could fill all those spaces, cramming those boxes with medical goods.
Perhaps I get this from my grandmother.
See, my grandmother grew up in the Depression. She’s from a generation of restocking that even I can’t understand. If you were to open up any cabinet in her kitchen, you would find a variety of food items: cans, boxes, bags and containers. She has enough food in her kitchen to feed a large group and still not come up empty on replenishments. I’m not sure what goes through her mind when she sees that some Vienna Sausages have disappeared, but it must cause a panic because she immediately heads to the store to fill those gaping holes.
And don’t even get me started on the rest of her house.
My new thing is office supplies. I’m not sure if any of you out there have a love for office supplies like me, but restocking office supplies is nearly as satisfying as restocking medical doo-dads. Paper clips, envelopes, binder clips, stationery, staples, copy paper, SIGN HERE tab thingies…they are so much fun.
If only this OCD would make it self into my home.