I love it when things are organized. Like in exactly labelled, filed and sorted away. When I started working at my ICU, still doing night shifts, I would spend them going through the documents, organizing them and making sure they were sorted by type and date when everything else was done.     It drove my coworker (male, spontaneous, chaotic – you get the drift) absolutely crazy, especially because I kept asking if he had done the same with his records already, pointing out the many benefits that would come from this system. We…