Wednesday 13 November 2013

Being Type A in a B world


Guys, I fear I'm turning into a nitpicky bitch. Mainly at work. (I feel I've made huge improvements at home. Right Richard?)
Here's the thing. In any job, there are probably a hundred different ways of doing something with a similar outcome. But, in my mind, my way is the best and most logical, and why can't everybody just do it like me?

Ever since I was little there were certain things that would drive me crazy when they weren't done right.

Example 1: Growing up, we had this big kitchen that was inspired by an old farm kitchen. Which meant that we had a real fireplace and no other source of heat in a huge room, in an old house with bad insulation, in a corner of Germany that gets freezing cold for approximately 8 months of the year, with biting winds... but I digress. The long and short of it was that we needed to build a fire every day. Wood+ash in the kitchen=dirty floor. I was obsessed with sweeping that floor. Obsessed! And I seemed to be the only one. It would make me incredibly mad when the floor was dirty again and nobody else seemed to care. Type A in a B family.

Example 2: Hair in a brush. Is that weird? (Don't answer that.) I absolutely hate when there's any hair stuck in a hairbrush. Don't know why, can't explain it, that's just the way it is. We have a communal hairbrush in our bathroom at work, and I will take out every last stray hair that may still be stuck in there. You're welcome.
I can't even - that's the stuff  for nightmares. (source)
Example 3: There are countless examples around the farm. Because Richard is the most relaxed, type B, unorganized (in my mind) person I have ever known. When I'm in charge (usually when Rich is gone) I have a routine: I will feed everything pretty much at the same time every day. My feeding buckets are in the same spot so I know where to find them. So are the scoops to scoop the feed out of the bag.
Wheelbarrows are in their place, with one parked right in front of the hay so I can load it up straight away. Everything is in its place.

When Richard is in charge and he asks me to feed it's a totally different scenario: There are no buckets to be found. We have 4, so you think there would be at least one lying around? Wrong. Same goes for the scoops, wheelbarrows, or the feed itself: half the time we are out of something and I have to first drive to the store and buy it. It's beyond frustrating!
Peaceful scene to calm me down. 
Example 4: At work. Here is what I do in a nutshell: A doctor asks me to take pictures of bones (in the form of a requisition). I do, and then another doctor (a radiologist) interprets them. So in my mind I'm assisting these two doctors in finding out what ails the patient.
Now let me give you a small insight of how my mind works: If one of these two doctors asks me to do something, I will do anything in my power to oblige. Even if it is very difficult or impossible. Or doesn't seem to make a lot of sense.
I can't help it. On some level I understand and appreciate that other people have a more relaxed approach. I do! But at the same time I have a very hard time with the 'live and let live' philosophy.

Here is Wikipedia's definition of a Type A personality (and we all know that Wikipedia is always right, right?):
"The theory describes a Type A individual as ambitious, rigidly organized, highly status conscious, can be sensitive, truthful, impatient, always try to help others, take on more than they can handle, want other people to get to the point, proactive, and obsessed with time management. People with Type A personalities are often high-achieving "workaholics" who multi-task, push themselves with deadlines, and hate both delays and ambivalence." (source)

Yikes! That definition is spot on. Scary!

Basically, the point I'm trying to make here (there is one, really): I want to apologize to my co-workers for being so - well, Type A. And I'm glad you're not all like that!

I promise to let you be your way and I will continue to be mine (because mine is right hehe).

Love you!
Miriam (aka the "marker police")


  1. hey Miriam I totally understand !!!!! hope life is treating u well. im the same way!

    1. Hi Terri! Lots of ladies have at least a little but of Type A in them, don't you think? I'm doing great, life is good. I hope it's the same for you?! Thanks for stopping by my little blog!

  2. Is it possible to be Type A with Type B tendencies? If so, that's me now... not the me 10 years ago. The hair in the brush thing drives me crazy! Even this picture is stressing me out..... But a communal brush at work? That I can not do and the thought of that gives me chills up my spine. But that's an issue for another post - LOL

    1. Haha, germs have never creeped me out, I'm quite robust that way. It's probably a good thing since I work at a hospital.
      Type A with Type B is definitely a thing, and it's something I aspire to be!

  3. Ok so hair in a hairbrush is soo sooo gross but also there is no way I could touch other peoples hair! I am a pretty easygoing person but when it comes to my kitchen I am sooooooooo Type A all the mugs, glasses, dishes, etc have a certain place and if Fredrik puts away the dishes I spend ages making sure it is all right!

    1. Oh I'm the same with the dishes, they all go in their own special place every.single.time ;-)

  4. Yup! I can definintely relate and that definintion described me for sure. The thing that gets me is crumbs on the counter.....I mean seriously who doesn't wipe up crumbs?? (hellooooo hubby)!


    1. Oh yes, crumbs are the worst! I can't even sit in the next room knowing they are on the counter. Crumbs have to be removed immediately!


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