Anyone who knows me in any capacity can confirm that I am a planner. I'm a little Asperger-esque, and I plan my weekend errands most efficiently with as few left turns as possible. This is true, documented and easily verified.
I plan my trips with triple anal-ality, creating an xls with times, confirmation numbers, street addresses, phone numbers... follwed by page after page of printed confirmations, Google maps, vouchers..... each slipped into plastic sheet covers and placed in a three ring binder... In my backpack.
So, planning a move, not just any move but the biggest, most complex move of my life, has triggered emergence of Super Anal Geek (no costume designs available yet, but I sense a pocket protector is not off limits).
Super AG spent months planning every tiny step to be prepared for every eventuality, and as loathe as I am to admit it sometimes too much planning can bite you in the ass.