I mentioned in a previous post that I’ve given up driving to work. I can’t standing sitting in traffic for a minimum of 2 1/2 hours a day (sometimes more), thinking about how much it costs me in gas and tolls. (Over $300/month by my estimation, and that doesn’t include other maintenance costs, like all the oil changes and other wear and tear stuff that needs to be fixed, like our fan belt and … whatever else we recently paid $500 to repair.)
Now I take the train to work. It takes 2 hours each way (that would be 4 hours/day total), so while I’m spending much more time commuting, it’s much cheaper (I can save $1,400/year, plus all the car maintenance savings) and I can spend my time doing other stuff, like sleeping, reading or just zoning out. Plus, it’s an excuse to walk through downtown Chicago twice a day (to get from one train station to the other … although I would much rather live in downtown Chicago). I can also use this as an excuse to shop on my way home or meet my downtown-working/living friends for a drink. (Although usually my thoughts are so focused on catching the earliest train possible, because at a minimum I am gone for 12 hours/day.)
But that is not my first world problem (OK, maybe it is … )
No, the other day, I forgot to bring my “real” shoes with me and was stuck wearing my commuting shoes all day. Which might have been fine, had they not been green and had I not been wearing a pair of a capris that are a different shade of green that is just off enough to bug the crap out of me. Not that I would have intentionally worn green pants with green shoes if they were the exact same shade.
Looking like a 5 year old who dresses herself … first world problem.
All of my friends who are teachers are boasting on Facebook about how school is out for summer. Yes, I know teaching is hard work, there is a reason I am not nor have I ever considered being a teacher. However. I want to shank everyone posting about summer vacation. Even if it is “forced.” (I have a friend who is a teacher and says this is not a vacation, this is his job telling him not to come in. He doesn’t willingly choose to take three months off. That’s a weak argument if I ever heard one.)
Being jealous of my friends who spend the other nine months of the year dealing with everyone else’s rotten children … first world problem.
My boss put this “clock” in our conference room.
Apparently it’s binary. It took us three days to figure out how to read it (and I work with web developers! people who code for a living.) But I can’t just glance at the clock and tell what time it is. I have to actually stop and think. I guess this is a step up because that room didn’t have a normal clock in it before.
Having to stop and think because you want to end a meeting that is dragging on … first world problem.