First World Problems

I don't know how many of you know the phrase "First World Problems" but they always make me laugh. To explain, a first world problem is a problem that to you, is a legit problem, and you are bugged by it, but then you take a step back and realize that in another country, this is not a problem, it's a privilege. My problem, this morning: I have one of those automatic soap dispensers in my bathroom, one for each sink. Here's what it looks like:

Its nice, I like it. I got them in a deal, for the two of them, so its been nice, when I need to wash my hands, I just have to wave my hand underneath, and it gives me soap. Recently, one of them broke, so I had to get a plain ol' soap for that sink, just the kind where you push down and it gives you the soap. This morning, as I was washing my hands, I was at the sink without the automatic one, and I complained about it, to myself, and then I laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of my situation. Really, Vieve? I have the luxury of having soap, of having running water (warm, even!) in my house, and I'm bemoaning the fact that my soap doesn't fall onto my hands? Shame on me! There is a meme on the internet, the "First World Problems" meme, and they all make me laugh, because I think I've complained about most of all of them at one point in my life or another. I'll leave you with a few of these today, in hopes it makes you laugh:

Today, I am thankful that I have soap to wash my hands with. :)

A reaction is priceless

I have a friend at work, Dirk. (I originally was going to change his name, to protect the innocent, but meh. I don’t really care) He is funny. He’s quick with a joke, he’s witty and pretty clever. But he does A LOT of dumb jokes. He does puns, he does “dad jokes” (you know, the ones that when you hear them, you can’t believe you’re laughing at it for how dumb it is). So many times when he tells a joke, I am mad at myself for the short burst of laughter that escaped from my lips, but then, it’s already happened, so I keep laughing. We’ve recently started doing some ‘bits’ around the office, mostly so we can laugh like idiots, but Chelle also gets the benefit of laughing. Also, she thinks we’re really dumb, which is just funny too.

Here’s a picture of one of the things we do: 

I’ll explain. Dirk will come over to our desks, and holy cow his hand has disappeared! He always has the reason why, he was over-zealous with a knife or scissors or something, or he just slammed it into a door and it came off. I will have the appropriate reaction, I will jump up in shock, will be looking around for it, etc, with a lot of over-reacting, and then after a second, he’ll pull out the hand, laughing that he just played a trick on me, it was up in his sleeve the whole time! Of course, I laugh hysterically, and say that I had no idea, I really thought that the hand was gone! Then we all chuckle while Chelle just laughs and call us dumb.

When I explain it like this, I realize just how dumb it sounds, and it is, but man do we have a good time with it. There are a lot that we do, foot lost (just up in the pants), an arm falling off, (which is just up in the shirt) and so many more. It’s all in good times, and a lot of the time we get a laugh, at the expense of a little of our dignity.