Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My refrigerator makes my water too cold but I hate room temperature water. I routinely have to pour a cup and wait seven minutes to drink it.

Alternatively, pour 3/4 of a cup of refrigerated water and add 1/4 cup of room temperature water (with trial-and-error, I'm sure that you'll find the ratio that will get the temperature you want).

Genius.

If I have to go thru all this for a decent cup of water can we really be called the First World?

Yep, this qualifies. Singed. First World Problem Auditor.

Perhaps it should have been phrased:
My refrigerator makes my water too cold but I hate room temperature water. My maid routinely has to pour a cup for me and I have to wait seven minutes to drink it.

And then the earlier response could have been:
Alternatively, she can pour 3/4 of a cup of refrigerated water and add 1/4 cup of room temperature water before serving it to you.

I need to eat prunes to stay regular.


And I hate prunes!

I can only afford a house keeper 2x/mnthly to clean my $850k home. DCurbanmom maakes me feel poor.

I need to lose 5 lb before going on vacation in 3 weeks, no way I want to not be able to wear my bikini. Oh, and I need to squeeze time for a tan before I go.

My housekeeper called sick today, which means the house will be a mess this weekend when we have guests over. I have to find an emergency housekeeper asap.

My nails are getting too long because my manicurist is on vacation. I can't bear to go to anyone else.

My acupunturist and my chiropractor were available to see me this week, but not my massage therapist.

I am so tired because I have to take my son to the bus stop at 7:45, which then takes him to his lovely private school. I then have to go to my job, which I generally love, then run back to pick up my son at the bus stop where he comes home telling me about how great his day was, and how much the teachers are teaching him to love himself, others, and school. Then, I have to meet the nanny who has been with my younger daughter. Then, I make dinner. Then, I put the kids to bed. My husband is traveling, bc he makes a lot of money and has an important job. But, everything falls on me. I'm very tired.

I am not allowed to keep my Nespresso machine in my office, I am pissed.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My refrigerator makes my water too cold but I hate room temperature water. I routinely have to pour a cup and wait seven minutes to drink it.

Alternatively, pour 3/4 of a cup of refrigerated water and add 1/4 cup of room temperature water (with trial-and-error, I'm sure that you'll find the ratio that will get the temperature you want).

Genius.

If I have to go thru all this for a decent cup of water can we really be called the First World?

Yep, this qualifies. Singed. First World Problem Auditor.

Anonymous wrote:I went on a fall shopping spree today and spent close to $9k, but the housekeeper said she won't have time to find space in my closets for everything until tomorrow and I wanted to admire some of the items tonights.

Now that is the upper class problem, my dear, not just 1st world.

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Anonymous wrote:I don't have enough time while the toddler sleeps to get enough sleep myself AND watch all the things I want to on Netflix or Hulu AND have a clean house.

I feel you. I know I should watch The Daily Show, to be informed about the world, but I really want to watch Dr. Who, to fuel my sexy dreams. Clean house is below both those on the list of priorities.

If you must clean your own house, that's not a first world problem, ha ha.

Anonymous wrote:I went to a restaurant and accidentally threw my tray in the garbage. Although nobody saw me do it, I can't ever show my face at that restaurant again. It's one of the worst things that has ever happened to me in my entire life. How can I live with the guilt?

Go down to the wharf and save a sea lion. Then buy a loaf of bread at Boudin and give it to a homeless person. That should make you feel better.

I had to go to a meeting this morning that was attended by a large number of people. I ended up sitting across the aisle from a woman with the cutest little black leather purse. It was clearly very high quality leather, and did not have any large logos (or any logos as far as I could tell).

I wanted so badly to ask her where she got it, but thought she would have a bad opinion of me if I introduced myself to her just to learn where she got this purse. Now I'll never know, since I have no idea which department she works for.

I can't decide which steakhouse I want to have dinner at tonight...