First World Problems

I just got a free ticket to the most expensive Halloween ball in New York City

…but my costume is too pedestrian.

troubledwine:

I can’t watch Two and a Half Men before I watch The Big Bang Theory. Have to see one b4 the other. This is a first world problem isn’t it?

Yes.  Officially.

I can’t decide what video game to play tonight.

Arguably, this hasn't been a first world problem since 1997

My new belt is so wide, my pager can’t get a good grip on it.

On Monday, I was one hour early for work.  I forgot that all my clocks (cell phone, computer, chumby) automatically adjust to daylight savings, so I manually set all of them one hour forward when I woke up.  Of course, my clocks automatically do that, so I ended up springing forward forward.  In this economy, I guess it’s not so bad being early for work.  At least it explains why people were an hour late for meetings; I had thought they were idiots for forgetting to set their clocks forward.

The Real First World

bejaminste.in:

Except we were a little late arriving to the airport in Buenos Aires; we got there 1 hour and 45 minutes before our scheduled departure.  Now that doesn’t sound so bad, except for the TEN FUCKING LINES we had to wait in before boarding the airplane!

1. Line for Delta airline security check
2. Line to check bags
3. Line to pay Airport Tax
4. Line to prove that we paid the airport tax
5. Line for security
6. Line for passport check
7. Line to get tickets checked
8. Line for carry-on bag screening
9. Line to get tickets taken
10. Line to board the airplane

When we started this site, we named it The Real First World Problems to differentiate it from another site: the defunct First World Problems.

Well, after spending two weeks traveling abroad, it turns out our name is correct but our emphasis is wrong. The name should actually be “The Real First World Problems.”

i hate it when...

smartblonde:

my phone beeps that i have a text message, and even though i’m comfy reading in bed and my phone is charging across the room, i start to wonder if maybe it’s from someone i’ve been waiting to hear from, or maybe it’s important, and i psyche myself up so much about the mysterious message that i’m convinced it’s the text to end all texts, so i get up and check it…and it’s just someone’s twitter update. and a really pointless one at that.

first world problems!!

Twittering about the snow isn’t nearly as cathartic as I hoped it would be.