I'm detailed beyond detailed about certain things, and absolutely slapdash about others.
For example -- day-to-day housework = slapdash. I don't care, don't want to, never feel like it.
However, if I have invited someone over for dinner, I can't begin to describe the trouble I take. Every last nuance has to be perfect, and not even just perfect, but has to be memorable, exquisite, transport you with delight, I mean, my expectations for what I can pull off are HIGH. Also if I give a gift. The gift itself has to be just so, but also the wrapping has to take your breath away, and the card has to go with the wrapping paper, and I might fuss two or three times with what color and type of ribbon, etc. I can't just do things like that. They have to be endlessly fretted over. I enjoy it but it also makes me a nervous wreck.
At work, I'm terrified to turn things in that are not accurate, so I check, double check, triple check, and I'm crushed if I miss something because it feels like I can't try any harder, so if that's the limit of my ability, wow. It took a long time to learn that everybody makes mistakes.
But it depends on how much responsibility I'm given, too. One boss double and triple checks everything himself and does not give me final proofing rights, so I don't care how it gets entered. He's going to change it anyway.
If it's mine, it gets fussed over, long story short.