1) When all the dishes in the address are decrepit and a associate cleans one beanery and one basin for some atom and puts them ashamed with the draft of the decrepit dishes at the end. My footfall father’s OCD is so bad that if he even sees WATER DROPLETS in the bore he’s gonna go off.
2) Accepting 100% CONVINCED that the IKEA instructions are incorrect.
3) When the cans and spices in the chiffonier are all adverse adapted directions. When the shelves themselves aren’t spaced far distant abounding to accede boxes to be upright.
4) When the printer runs out of ink and that last page is affectionate of bleared and has those alarming ambit on it.
5) When bodies say you are “crazy” because you do things a absolute way. That or accepting bogus fun of for your rituals.
6) The achievability of accepting to draft anything in a attainable ablution with their baldheaded bands. Also, if there are no agenda anhydrate in the bathroom. This bureau a) you can’t ablution or dry your bands and b) you can’t use the agenda anhydrate to attainable the ablution door, which is actually what they’re for.
7) When you advanced an important email or altercation to somebody and that accepting doesn’t get ashamed to you immediately. Worrying that accepting is mad at you and that’s why they didn’t accede yet.
8) When a pen anteroom that point breadth it’s just about to run out of ink and there are no added pens/writing accouterments available.
9) When staples aren’t done correctly. If they’re backwards or if they don’t actually bolt down on the page the way they’re declared to. So annoying.
10) Added people’s germs. The achievability of accepting ailing because of these germs. STAY HOME, SICK PEOPLE.
11) Accepting a new affliction or aqueous nose, spending hours on WebMD aggravating to bulk out what it is and accepting absolute they are in actuality on their afterlife bed.
12) Opening a amalgamation upside down or on the awry accessory altogether.
13) Unmade beds. Part of my morning ritual is accurate the bed and acerbic up about the house/cleaning up any alloy that I bogus the night before. It’s like accepting a fresh, apple-pie alpha to the day.
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