I knew a neat freak once when I was a teen. with him EVERYTHING had to be just so.
His brother and I used to delight in messing up his room..
Nothing destructive. Just things we knew would annoy the crap outa him.
Like one day he returned home to find all his posters hung either upside down, or crokken.
And entire half gallon box of BBS dumped in his shag carpet
His phone cord wrapped around his lamp and all twisted upAnd his bed messed up and about 100 empty cigarrette packs he was collecting mixed in with the sheets and blankets. His school looseleaf binder all disorganised.
(math in with his history work and vise versa,etc etc etc)
All his LP records in the wrong sleeves and out of alphabetical order.
Man we used to take delight in messing with him.
Im still that way.
Be happy I dont work in your office. Giving me a list like that is like wearing a sign telling me what buttons to push.
You'ld come back from lunch one day to find about 1,000 post its all over your desk. LOL
Consider this. I once used a screw gun to screw my bosses lunchbox to his desk.
