Yes, counted. As in one, two, three, four... and so on. I counted survey answers on sheets of paper and reported them to my coworker.
No, I'm not still in kindergarten, but yes, this was still a feat.
See, you may have noticed that OCD makes me doubt almost everything: The correct amount of something is no exception.
There are times that I've had to recount and recount something, and then have someone else check my number just to be sure. The act of counting can drive me mad. Did I skip one? Did I double count another? Anything could happen!
But this morning I was pretty good about it and my coworker didn't have to suffer from a time-wasting amount of checks and recounts. That's a win for me today.
In other news, while texting my boyfriend made a very astute observation. He said "I can authoritatively say that you tend to hear one possibly bad thing and then assume the worst possible interpretation ever imagined by anyone ever in the history of the world."
My therapist agreed that this was anxiety in a nutshell. The boyfriend also gets a win today.
A good observation! And one to keep in mind!
ReplyDeleteI would drive you nuts. When I worked as a bookkeeper my math was so bad I had to take best two out of three -- or ten...
Haha! Love it. Wish I could handle it the same way!
DeleteI hear you, Laura. I've got that question in my mind--did I count correctly? Am I sure? I find it helpful if I basically force myself to stop, telling myself if I WAS wrong, I will deal with the consequences. I like your boyfriend's observation on anxiety too. :-)
ReplyDeleteI think you do have to just force yourself to stop. For me, money is the hardest.
DeleteAnd thanks, my boyfriend is hilarious. :)
Congrat's on those WINS . . .
ReplyDeleteThanks! Every one counts! :)
DeleteJust popped over from The Marmalade Gypsy to say hello. You're off to a great start, you'll soon be at 10 posts and an old pro!
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely week
Wren x
Thank you! Hope you have a lovely week as well!
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