An obsessive compulsive disorder emerges whenever I do the washing up at work. I have to do the yellow trays separate from the red ones. Glasses and mugs have to be arranged separately in a certain way in order to allow the maximum amount to go in the machine with each cycle. I always sort the forks before the knives when they come out of the machine and I can't have bits floating around in the sink.
Some (Irish) people might call this being anal.
I prefer efficient. Or organised.
Either or.
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