check your sugarcoat at the door

first world complaints

I bitched this morning about leaving my Ipod in my car and having to use the backup one during my work out.

I moaned about having to walk through a little bit of rain to get to my garage to do some laundry. When a few months ago I could only do it by lugging it to the local, filthy laundry facilities or driving my overflowing hampers over to my mama’s.

I complain daily about slow internet access when the connection acts up. As if connecting to more information and people than my brain can even fathom has to be done at Jill’s Required Speed.

I was irritated today by a thirty dollar fradulent charge in my account. Rightfully. But to complain about it any more than I did would be so stupid. For the amount of websites and customer service folk who’ve handled my info, you’d think this would happen way more often. My bank didn’t hesitate to halt it, reverse the funds and send me a brand new card. They got my back. Or my paycheck’s back, at least.

I often forget how good I have it.

What are your spoiled, first world complaints?

-CJ

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