Showing posts with label first world problems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first world problems. Show all posts

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Not so good sorts

At the end of the Sunday news on (NZ) TV One, there's the little "Good Sorts" segment, a feel-good 5 minutes where they profile someone doing good things for others.

This is how we feel just after watching it
Do you think we are where we should be, doing what we should be doing?
Maybe our jobs are not fulfilling enough.
Should we be looking at being more generous of our time, serving others, etc etc
[Insert other deep and meaningful musings]


This is how we feel a few hours later ...
I have to stay up and finish that work deliverable that was due last week.
The kids are sick again. Bloody hell.
I can't believe it's Monday already?!
I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
[Insert plenty of moanings and groanings about our 99 first-world problems]


Sometimes the struggles in the mirror may appear realer than they are.
Sometimes they're da realest.

Monday, September 23, 2013

99 Problems

1. Work is out of control busy.

2. I am super lost (i.e. aivalea) at my current work assignment.

3. Having a primary school kid and having to arrange your life around the fact that there is no more full time care for your kid during all your working hours ... it's a new discovery, a new challenge, and my goodness I feel so bad for all you other working parents out there! Let's get together and have a whine-fest (or even better, a wine-fest!)

4. I still haven't won Powerball. Obviously, or problems 1 to 3 would be resolved.

5. Ant is such a boy of a baby. He hasn't given me a smooth complexion, a "glow" or shiny/tamed hair like Lali did. Instead, he has given me a grand appetite for spicy bratwurst, bacon butties, churros and all else that is needed for getting elephantiasis.

6. I work in the middle of Wellington city. You would think that being surrounded by cafes galore it would be easy to find a date scone when you crave one, right? Wrong. I had to walk around in circles, visiting 5 cafes on a rainy morning before I could find one! Not impressed.

7. Our neighbour's visitor parked on the road in such that a way that impeded me from backing out of our driveway the way I wanted to. The hubby wisely volunteered to ask him to move, preventing a mad-preggo-lady altercation and possible charges for destruction of property ( though I would have only removed the rear bumper of his car ... that was part that was poking into our side of the driveway ... )

8. I'm sure I have about 92 or so more gripes on food and fat. Ugh. My sister takes photos from amazing angles that make me look a quarter of the size I am. People see them and say "You look so great! Upload more photos!" No thanks. I will only upload the photos that pass the "Pregnant But In Impossibly Great Shape" criteria. Hence why there aren't many.

9. Looking at Crazy Cakes and Just Desserts Facebook updates is driving me insane with cake cravings. I am refusing to do any baking right now though, because I can see it turning into a slippery slope ... of ganache and whipped cream and buttercream and custard!! Joy.

Two more months. I can do this. Just focus on the prize at the end ... that bowl of oka. Nommmm ...