My highest category was Conscientiousness. I like order, structure, and precision. These are qualities editors need to have, otherwise they'd be best off in another career.
What surprised me, though, was that my Conscientiousness (goodness, I hate spelling that word) score was exactly the same at home—84%—as it was at work. All of my coworkers had different scores for home and work, but my two scores for all four categories were almost identical, indicating that I only know how to be one type of person.
Still, I wasn't convinced that I was super conscientious at home. Until Shannan moved in, and I saw myself in an entirely new light. A normal person wouldn't be irked by the tiniest of disruptions to her routine, but I've noticed more and more over the past few days just how ordered I like to be.
- I use exactly four ice cubes in my water bottle at night. No exceptions.
- When I load the dishwasher, cups always go on the left.
- It is crucial that the blankets on my bed line up evenly, and that there are no obvious wrinkles.
- I trust no one to manage the temperature level of my apartment—I must do it.
- My books, movies, and clothes are all organized by style. Disruptions cause mild stress.
- The blinds must be twisted the right direction.
- I've listened to every song in my iTunes library, and every song is carefully considered for which playlists it will contribute to. And every song must be listened to to the end, otherwise iTunes won't add it to its play count and that would wreak havoc on my world.
- My hair is the bane of my existence because it is too unruly to easily control.
It's no wonder I was so upset whenever Kimberly wouldn't let me play the Order Game with her.
But lest you think I'm unreasonably rigid in all things, I'll have you know that my shoes are tossed in a heap in my closet, my car is usually a bit cluttered, and I like to make up new rules for Monopoly. There is hope for me yet.