I'm starting to drive myself crazy. I've been working on my event coordination website for approximately two months. Now, considering that I don't know what the hell I'm doing and that everything I've completed thus far has been self-taught- I've done pretty damn good. With that being said, pretty damn good isn't good enough for me. So what that equals is a frustrated Sarah who is starting to have anger issues with inanimate objects.
But this problem doesn't just have to do with my website. It affects all parts of my life. If I see something that is crooked, I fix it. Even if it's not my house. I can't stand for cabinets or drawers to be left open. I can't handle it when people leave the toilet lid open. If you want to see me really freak out, leave the toilet seat itself up. The shower curtain has to be closed... always. I have to organize my desk everyday before starting work. If I leave my house cluttered or messy (which, being a girl, I tend to do sometimes), I have nightmares. I'm serious.
I get worse when it comes to events. I can't stand it when floorplans are uneven (i.e. 5 tables on one side of the room, 3 on the other), centerpieces have to be in the exact middle of the table (I've often gone around after the florist leaves to alleviate this), votives have to be evenly spaced, placecards have to be in even rows and evenly aligned, favors have to be placed in exactly the same spot at each setting...you get the idea.
I just have this problem with needing everything to be perfect. I think that's probably why the event industry works so well for me because it's a profession that demands perfection. It celebrates my O.C.D. Embraces it, really. Of course this need for perfection lends itself to neurosis because life isn't perfect. Ever. It's full of flaws and obstructions. Which just irritates me to no end.
Ah, frustration. The name of the game for me at the moment. Who wants to fight?
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