There's another more annoying person at work lately than the Sandal Lady: the person who took my parking spot, aka Spot Stealer.
I took an online test once to see if I suffer from obsessive compulsive disorder. Basically, my results said that I'm just a little nutty when it comes to fringes and washing my hands, but I'm not OCD.
But I believe I do suffer from a condition I like to call Parking Spot OCD.
I have parked in the same parking spot here at work for nearly two years. Every morning, hopefully by 8:00 am, I pull into the parking lot while listening to some delightful music and expertly back my car into the furthest space, aka MY SPOT. There was always a parking space between me and the nearest car and since I was on the end, no one on my other side. It was beautiful and I specifically picked that space for that reason.
For two years, I have parked there. Then last week Spot Stealer parked in MY spot.
Okay, so there's no assigned parking spaces, but we all know by now who parks where and it's an unwritten rule that you park in your own spot and don't steal someone else's. I assumed it had to be a visitor to the building because, really, who would take my precious spot? Who would do such a thing?
The next day the freaking car was there again. I couldn't believe it. Now I knew it wasn't a visitor and that my spot had been claimed by another. I felt like a bird who had its nest stolen. I had nurtured and loved that spot and then it was ripped from my grasp. As I mentioned before, my as-yet-recognized Parking Spot OCD kicked in and I got really annoyed. Now I had to back into the spot that usually cushioned my car. Between two cars. Not in the right spot. Five feet away from MY spot. I was angry.
So I mentioned it to a woman at work who told me that the Spot Stealer just got her driver's license (even though she's probably, like, 30) and wanted a spot away from everyone else. (How nice! ME TOO!) So, of course, she thought she'd take MY spot. Oh, and Spot Stealer's husband is in intensive care. I'm not sure why that last piece of information was added, except maybe to diffuse my anger. It didn't work.
I still don't have my spot, although I did manage to steal it back yesterday when I got to work before Spot Stealer. So it seems that I either have to get to work 15 minutes early or deal with my Parking Spot OCD.
I guess I'll have to deal. But I won't like it.