Am I OCD?
Am I like totally anal to the point of being OCD about hygiene and cleanliness? Is it wrong to expect the kitchen bench be cleaned down every day? That the toilet be cleaned with a bucket of hot water and bleach every week? That anything that has been touched by fish be cleaned instead of thrown straight in the dishwasher so that it stinks our entire apartment out?
Take exhibit #1256:
Conversation between flatmate and me:
Me: ‘When you put raw chicken or meat in the fridge, can you please put it on a plate first.’
Her: *blank stare* ‘Why?’
Me: *blank stare back*
Are you serious? Did you just ask me WHY??!!
Is it just that my mother, in her own screwed up way, was actually exceptional at teaching me the things I need to know? Cos I always though this sorta thing was common knowledge.
I know there are like a kabillion other things happening in the world that are more important than whether or not my bench got cleaned properly today or if my fridge is home to a lovely clan of salmonella just waiting to infect everyone. I have an exam on Wednesday though, and as much as I’d love to get out of it, I’m really not picking salmonella or campylobactor as the way to go!
I’m the same way which I though was well, normal. If I have ANYTHING raw in my fridge you better believe it’s got a plate beneath it.
I feel like I’m being super fussy about the whole clean thing, and maybe I am a little, but I was pretty sure that most people know to put a plate under their meat…. apparently not all though! counting down the days… 23 to go…
Comment by Reclusivegirl — October 23, 2006 @ 2:31 pm