We had some fun at work this week.

JD is sort of obsessive. That’s an understatement actually. Here are a few examples:

My first run in was when I ran into him in the bathroom. He was washing his hands when I walked in, washing his hands as I did my business (number one if you must know) and washing his hands as I washed my hands and left.

He quit using the microwaves in the breakroom at work, fearing bacteria. Now he doesn’t use them at all fearing what it does to his food.

A few weeks ago someone who he sees as ‘unclean’ touched his back. He changed his shirt. He used to hide his chair when he wasn’t at his desk so no one could sit in it.

One day this week, I took a few klenex, wadded it up and left them on his desk before he came in.

The second one actually hasn’t taken place yet. D and I are going to get B a subscription to Out magazine. (D tells me that Out comes in an unmarked cover. That’s strange for a magazine called Out.)