Neurosis

Once again school draws to a close, and the flood of projects begins to loom threateningly. Am I worried? No, instead, I'm more concerned about my library shelves. I have this duty to fix all the labels, whether they are incorrect, messy, faded, or put on wrong. It's not too hard, but there is just one problem. See, while the specific place for the label is set, as well as the format and how large the spine must be to accommodate the label, the level of what constitutes an inappropriately faded label is entirely up to me. Yes, me, the perfectionist. Thus, I am making no progress, because I am constantly reassessing how bright the labels must be before I will leave them. I have reached near neurotic levels of obsession with this, and since I'm doing most of this in my super late night shifts, I'm really not even thinking clearly. I haven't even reached the section that I know most needs attention. To top this, the library ran out of label covers last night, so I can't even do anymore labels. This is my assessment project. Eek! I think I'm in trouble. Then, I've had this overwhelming desire just to go up to certain people who are in the library up to 15 minutes after close, which when the library is open till 12, is quite late, and tell them to just go home. I'm a good girl, so I won't. Oh, do I want to though. I really need to not take the late shift anymore now, I'm starting to get to the point where I'm so bored that I start analyzing my voice in relation to different patrons, and although fascinating, its slightly disturbing. Visit me?