I think we must be related–these are my 3 pet peeves, as well.
One that goes along with the water–I’m a fanatic about turning lights off when I leave the room. I’ll turn of my roommates’ lights if they’re not in their room. Last year, one was really bad. I’d come home at night, see lights on in our apartment and her room and think “Oh, Jen must be home.” But the place was empty! And they wondered why our utility bill was high?
I’m with Katie on having to make sure the doors are locked before going to bed. I’ve been known to check a couple [sub](three or four)[/sub] times before actually getting in bed.
Being on time. I hate hate hate being late. For me being on time is being somewhere at least 10 minutes early. I’m tensing up right now just thinking about being late.
I’m pretty anal about not getting pregnant. I have to use two forms of BC (Usually pills & condoms). When my last live-in boyfriend got fixed, I still stayed on the pill because I was worried about getting pregnant.
I can’t go to sleep until I make my bed – uneven sheets and blankets will make it impossible for me to fall asleep.
I don’t leave lights on. I think my parents must have really gotten on me about this or something, because it drives me nuts when people leave lights on. The bad part is Mr. Athena does this all the time. I come home at night, and the garage light is on. I go in the basement, basement light is on, and has been since a week ago when Mr. Athena was looking for his golf clubs.
The time. I always need to have a watch with me or a clock nearby. Also, all the clocks in the house must be synchronized, especially clocks in the same room. It drives me crazy when my alarm clock says 2:39 and my wife’s says 2:40, for example.
Whatever cash I have in bills, I must iron it.
That’s about all I can think of, right now.
Dishes MUST be washed after a meal… cannot let them sit there dirty.
I make my bed every single morning, even if I’m running late or else I think about it all day.
Closets must always be closed when not in use.
The sink must be rinsed out after brushing teeth! I hate seeing dried toothpaste in people’s sinks.
Bathroom rugs must be properly aligned, I hate it when they are dirty and just thrown non-strategically on the floor.
Yes, I will probably be single until kingdom-come.
Ohhhh! I am the same way. I wasn’t always this AR, but I have to wash dishes as soon as I yank them out from under the eater’s nose. Must wash dishes. ( I hand wash most my dishes.)
Bath water must be near scalding level hot when I bath. Luke warm will not suffice.
I cannot leave lights on. Cannot cannot cannot. This was driven into me by my mother and now my son is actually really good at turning off the lights/tv if no one is in the room.
Don’t worry about never finding the perfect mate, there are always cats 
As with ultress, I don’t mind that my house is lived in, but if you use something and you’re done with it… PUT IT AWAY. My wife is the worst at this. She leaves her shoes all over the house and subsequently can never find them. When she cooks, she’ll open a box of something, empty it, then leave the friggin box out on the counter. Why not throw it away. Or if you don’t empty it (and you don’t need it during the cooking) put it back… and she wonders why when she cooks that she doesn’t have any counter space. It’s because she’ll have 2 empty pop bottles, an empty milk carton, various open boxes and cans of food, and dirty dishes all over the counter. We have a place for all the empties, cupboards for the boxes and cans of food, and a sink and dishwasher for dirty dishes.
This happens to be the one thing I’m anal retentive about, and it’s my biggest pet peeve.
Cabinet doors must be closed, as well as drawers (unless actually in use, of course). I smacked my head on a drawer as a child.
Bills must be bankrolled, all facing the same direction, increasing demonimations as you go front to back.
Other than that I kinda regular.
Being on time- I HATE being late, and anyone who is habitually running 10 minutes behind. No matter what the appointment is, I have to be there at least 10 minutes early. If I have to wait for someone for more than 10 minutes after the scheduled time, I leave.
Neatness- Everything in my room, my work area, and my locker at school must be immaculate at all times. Bed must be made at all times, even when I am sleeping I don’t toss and turn too much for fear of messing up sheets. Carpet must be vaccumed twice weekly. Desk must be spotless and free of any clutter at all. No stray post-its or pencils or anything. My locker must always be orgainized - binders placed in order that I have the class, then textbooks, then the book I am reading for English at the time. Coat and backpack must be hung up.
School Stuff- All assignments must be completed ASAP. All long term projects and books must be completed no later than 1 week prior to due date. Studying for tests must be done every day, and the 3 days before the test require daily 1.5 hour study sessions.
I’m a slob. BUT DON’T BE THROWING OUT FOOD OR FOOD WRAPPERS IN THE WASTEBASKET IN MY CUBICLE. Use the big trash can in the pantry right over there. I don’t care if it’s lined in plastic, my cubicle wastebasket is just for “clean” trash. Boy, will I give you a tongue-lashing if you throw out “dirty” trash in my cubicle wastebasket!
[sup]Well, actually I won’t… not out loud… but I’m thinking it…[/sup]
I have nearly gone to war with coworkers who tossed half-full coke cans and not-quite-empty coffee cups in my wastebasket. I’ve even caught them spitting in it, and nearly had a coronary.
You see, this puts me in OCD hell. If I am to have a clean office, I must dispose of sloppy, wet, spitty bag in wastebasket. If I touch sloppy, wet, spitty bag in wastebasket, I must wash my hands. In hot water. Maybe ten times. LOL
Too many things to list. But I will try anyway:[ul]
[li]The silverware in the kitchen drawer must, if possible, be stacked. This is because I have more types than compartments, and god forbid I should reach for a teaspoon and come out with a tablespoon.[/li][li]like katie, CDs are arranged alphabetically by artist, then by release date. Exceptions made for soundtracks, which go at the end, or music I only use once a year, like Christmas CDs or my Mardi Gras party music.[/li][li]I have to double check that the door is locked before I go to bed.[/li][li]People who are late drive me insane. I always think they are in a fatal car crash. Of course, this is never the case.[/li][li]I must have a route planned for how to get somewhere well in advance.[/li][li]I have to bankroll my money, too, though I don’t have to do it immediately. I will, however, do it once a day, minimum.[/li][li]No dishes allowed out of the kitchen for more than an hour unless in use. If I’m done with a glass, it goes in the dishwasher at the earliest opportunity.[/li][li]Bananas have approximately a 6-hour period of time in which they are any good. They cannot have the faintest green taste, and they cannot have any bruises. Since I seldom eat bananas anymore, I’m not too concerned with this one.[/li][li]Posting on the SDMB. I sometimes preview more than once, and I typically read my post at least twice before posting. Exceptions made when the board is exceptionally slow.[/li][/ul]
That’s all I can think of for now. I’m sure I’ll be pissed at myself later for missing something important. 
My desk at work is cluttered, my home is cluttered, I don’t do routine cleaning chores as often as I should… Handwashing is something I have to make myself do.
I tend to feel strongly about behaviorial things. I don’t litter. In hallways and on staircases and sidewalks, I keep to the right. I let people leave before I enter. At work, I do not walk off with other people’s pens, notepads, etc. In a store, if I pick something up, look it over, and decide against buying it, I put it back where it belongs; I don’t just drop it any old place. I don’t use a walkman, but if I did, I’d darn well make sure that no one else could hear it. I don’t drive, but if I did, I’d try hard never to block a crosswalk or otherwise inconvenience pedestrians.
I get annoyed when I see people violating these rules. What’s wrong with them, I want to know, and why are they allowed to run amuk like that?
OK. It’s very clear to me that it’s a good thing I don’t live with any of you because you’d all kill me! Not only do I do so many of the things that drive y’all crazy, I do them on purpose sometimes just to aggravate Mr. Doughnut! BUT, I do have 3 issues:
My underwear must match whatever I am wearing. The only exception is if I have to change clothes (because of spillage or whatever) I don’t have to change the undies.
I cannot abide littering. When people live on this planet all by their little 'ole lonesomes, then they can trash it up all they want.
I am just waiting for the day when someone talking on their cell phone while driving hits me. This should be seriously illegal. It’s so dangerous. Am I the only one who sees this?
Other than these 3 things, I don’t get too twisted up over stuff. Except when I’m in a hormone-driven pregnancy rage. Then, watch OUT!
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oooh, you said the evil “L” word. Running joke in my family-I was born almost a month after my mother’s (obviously wrong) estimated due date and I haven’t been late for anything since. Younger brother was almost a month early, and can’t be on time.
Locked doors…check
Bedtime: pee, brush teeth, set the coffee pot, turn on alarms, get a glass of water and set by the bed, check alarms are set, crawl into bed. If more than 20 minutes passes before sleeping, check alarms again, then sleep.
I must have a schedule. It doesn’t matter if it’s only in my head, I have got to have a good idea of what I am going to do on a given day. Knowing a day is coming up within the next couple of weeks that I know I’m going to have to do something, but I don’t know what time drives me batty. Example: My brother and his wife are flying into town for Thanksgiving. I anticipate having to take them to mom & dad’s (~100 miles) and back to the airport that Saturday. Have they confirmed or asked? No. I can’t stand that.
I think the better question for me is, what are you not anal retentive about?
Where to start?
I must arrive early. For me, “on time” is fifteen minutes before I need to be there.
CDs and Books must be shelved and alphabetized. I have about 500+ CDs and 2000+ books.
**My work area must be clean.**Three pieces of scratch paper, Diet Coke by the phone and Altoids by the monitor. It drives me insane when coworkers borrow stuff out of my drawers and put it back in the wrong place. It’s all organized, how hard is it to take one form out of the form folder and put the rest back how and where you found them?.
Close the damn cabinets and drawers!
When you put stuff in the dishwasher, load from back to front. That way you can see how much room is left.
Socks, bras and panties must be arranged by color, light to dark.
Underwear Drawer- Must be arranged like so:
Bras on the left, cami’s to the right of that, ugly bras in the very back, plain VS panties on the right, very pretty panties on top of those. If anyone looks into my underwear drawer I want them to see something that I can be proud of, dammit!
Lighters- Do not take my lighters, family members. I have 2 that are my “good” lighters, a green one with adjustible lighter fluid output, and one red one that has sentimental value. There are 8 million matches, grill lighters, Zippos and crappy lighters, use them. Mine are to stay exactly where they are, green in my makeup basket and red in the top shelf of my dresser.
Car-No one is to leave food particles in my car! My car is the safe haven for any other trash, dust, and crap, but food will make it smell bad, and is not allowed. If I see you with food I will ask you to throw it out the window or finish it presently.
Before I sleep- Turn on radio, locate remote, turn on noise-maker, turn off light, hop into bed, cover up, check every station to make sure nothing good is on. If there is something good on, I must listen to it, then repeat until I am satisfied that I am not missing any good music. Then, turn off the radio and cover up the display of the alarm with the remote by turning the remote on it’s side and balancing up against the alarm. Every time I must do this, or something is wrong.
These are the only things that really* bother me, that makes me feel wrong inside if I don’t do them. I’m sure I’ll think of more, just wait.