Internet Explorer is as thin as possible at the top, and I hate how the new IE won’t let you put the menu bar, tab bar, address bar all on the same line… leaving acres of unusable space to the left of the actual menus/buttons etc.
My philosophy is to gain as much space for the graphically functional parts of an application as possible… Such as the windows on a 3d authoring program.
At work I hate it when someone else has been using my desk. If they leave a pen (a single pen!) on the desk, not in a pen-tidy I am annoyed. The desk is for my arms to rest while I type, not for storing pens.
You see, the house is always magically untidying itself. Hair ties appear on the kitchen counter, clothes appear on the bedroom floor, shoes in the foyer, mugs in the living room, packets on the kitchen counter, just… Stuff. Everywhere. Where it shouldn’t be.
So I wander around the house, putting things away. And I count them as I do. I once put 50 things away without stopping. Everything from aforementioned hair scrunchies to dirty socks to junk mail to books…
The higher the number, the happier I am. But I also like getting up, putting away 10 things, then going back to the computer. The next time I get up, I have to put 11 things away.
Naming schemes must be consistent and without error. At one point I had over 60,000 MP3 files names ‘Artist name - Song name’. Anything that didn’t fit in that type of scheme was immediately deleted from the collection. Live music was avoided due to the multiple recordings of the same songs that would result.
I managed to fix the obsession by losing the hard drive they were on, and refusing to keep mp3 files any more.
Oh, that’s one of mine, too. I refuse to have a Dock — that THING is by god NOT going to lay claim to an entire border area of my screen, no way in hell. And don’t tell me about auto-hide. It auto-UNhides if you get your cursor over that way. Either give me the option of having it exist as a menu somewhere in the menubar or it flat-out doesn’t get to run. And Windows! Don’t get me started about Windows and that stupid “application window” that runs around the outside of your document window. Yeesh!
I like minimalistic applications, whose entire interface takes up no more screen real estate than necessary. Small icons, small fonts, high resolution, and no clutter.
Keeping clean at work. I have nitrile gloves, alcohol wipes, and extra uniforms. I’m a plumber. Yeah, I have co-workers who stick their bare hands into toilet bowls. The day after that gouged the hell out of their hand. Yeah, open sores going into a toilet bowl. WTF?
I, uh, can’t set my alarm for a time that’s a multiple of five. So if I need to wake up around 7:30, for example, I always set it for 7:23 or 7:33 or something. It’s weird, because I’m not really OCD about much else, besides being a generally tidy person. But there’s something about waking up at an exact time that bugs me…
Wow, I’m so not obsessive compulsive, I have nothing to add to this thread.
My husband, on the other hand, needs to know everything down to the exact detail. If it can be mathematically quantified, he has to know.
‘‘Gosh, this can of beets is $.79 instead of the usual $1.25!’’
‘‘Wow, imagine how much you’ll save over the next year buying the cheaper beats.’’
‘‘Yeah…’’ eyes agleam, disappears into bedroom returns 30 seconds later ‘‘I’ll save $22.08 at the rate of 1 can of beets a week!’’
‘‘That’s nice, dear.’’
He is incapable of imprecision. Doesn’t matter if we’re talking about something with no immediate value whatsoever – say we’re idly talking about the interest on an imaginary house we might buy 15 years down the road once we’re ready to settle down. He HAS to calculate that interest. Doesn’t matter just knowing it’s more expensive or flat or tall or long… he has to know how much more expensive or flat or tall or long.
And yes, it drives me nuts. Once when we first started dating, he calculated his estimated time of arrival by walking me through every activity he had to do first, and the approximate length of time it would take him to do each (shower=30-45 minutes, brushing teeth=3-5 minutes, etc.) His conclusion?
‘‘I should be there between 6:38 and 6:44pm… well, no really like 6:38 and 6:49.’’
