1st World Problems

I'm sitting in Starbucks with my large Peppermint White Mocha and my Cranberry Bliss Bar that costs appoximately $8 (note: this is $1 more than Corey Booker recieved for a days food when attempting to live on welfare for a week) when I something struck me.  I was completely annoyed today because I my morning meeting cancelled at the last minute and my housekeeper arrives "sometime" on Friday mornings meaning I can't work from my comfy virtual office.  I'm even typing this on my bluetooth key board and new iPad wrapped in a Cole Haan Italian leather case.  Yes, this is the cause of my crabbiness...someone else's world fell apart this morning not allowing me the distraction I was hoping for while someone else cleaned my apartment.  To top it off, I just ran into a friend's husband who was downsized from his job after 20+ years on the job.  He was smiling and happy to see me even given how his world has been rocked.  It's official, my 1st world problems are irrelevant and need to be in check.
Typing all of this makes me sound like a high maintance diva.  You'll think what you want, so there's no need for me to defend it or share with you all of the charity work, donating, traveling to be with friends in need, etc that I do.  Whether it's called "diva" behavior on something else, it's a great reminder that what actually happens in my life is rarely fatal or cause for so much drama.  It's no wonder the hubs was looking at me this morning like I'd grown a second head.   There's so much good in my life and yet I'm worried about this.
So let's look at this morning in another way:  A friend thought highly enough of me to ask to reschedule, knowing I'd understand and be empathetic about a tough week.  My house is being cleaned by someone else, I'll come home to that fresh clean smell & have provided employment for someone else.  Plus my house is being cleaned by someone else! Did I mention that!?!?!?  In addition, I've ran into a candidate that I might be able to place in my "other" job as a recruiter.  Oh, and the Mayor came over to hug me and wish me a Merry Christmas.  Really?  These are my problems?  So as it turns out, I'm in pretty good shape.