bickering in the playground

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She accused me of playground antics. *shrugs* I had simply asked her why she moved some of my bits from one shelf to another. I am terribly and unapologetically organised. Or semi-organised; I do a good job of looking like I'm doing a good job. My desk is amazing. I must take a photo and share it for the whole wide world to see. Everything has a place, everything is straight, everything is tidy. I know where everything is. Her desk is less organised. Haphazardly placed folders and boxes litter it, with skew-whiffy bits of paper and whatnot. There are shelves in the office and I keep my non day-to-day {but still needed} paperwork and resources up there. She keeps hers next to mine. Today I discovered she'd moved some of my folders to make room for some of her folders. Mine were on the shelf above, but I only realised this after standing there for five minutes looking like a right banana, a perplexed furrow on my brow, trying desperately to remember what usually lived there. My bits were promptly returned to their rightful shelf. Her bits were moved along ... I made sure there was room for everything. I told her my stuff was staying there and would she mind not moving it again. I didn't do this in a nasty way, I was most jovial about it. Not a biggie, after all. But it became a biggie. She made it a biggie. Yikes! She told me I didn't need the space because I don't use the shelved items everyday. I told her I would happily organise her desk for her to create space. She started talking about measuring shelf space so that we have equal amounts. I just looked at her oddly. I was calm and rational. I'm pretty sure she was letting off steam, and I was the unfortunate one who put her over the edge. Stressed, she was? Oh, yes. No doubt it will all have blown over by Monday. *fingers crossed* If not, I'm unsure as to what I can do. It was a petty squabble over something and nothing. I hate tension and the unknown. It ties me up in knots. *sigh*