As an ex-retail worker, yeah, lmao, I had to clench my fists and not re-hang the shirt on the floor when I was shopping yesterday. It took courage.

Couldn’t keep myself from correctly (re)organizing the notebooks, though. My excuse is I was already in the aisle and they won’t sell well if nobody can find them.

Worst consequence, I would name medical training and all the time spent learning the different body quadrants, how if the patient is in front of you, their left side is your right, etc. etc.

It took me a few weeks to really get that down and stop messing up my own notes. Now that I have it down, it is permanent.

I can no longer tell my left from my right. Ask me to raise my right hand and I will invariably raise my left without thinking, and I visibly have to think about it to work it out. I am a damn adult.

Thank god I can’t afford a car right now, or I’d wind up in Arkansas.