He said
“I had my Bentley washed and detailed today. They put a strawberry air freshener in it and I can’t get the smell out of my car. No one had a day worse than mine”
He said
“I had my Bentley washed and detailed today. They put a strawberry air freshener in it and I can’t get the smell out of my car. No one had a day worse than mine”
She bought a chair for her study for ten thousand dollars and it’s so uncomfortable. “I just can’t even sit in it. I wish I’d have tried it before I bought it, but I was in a hurry” Now it just sits in my garage.
I’m not feeling well and there was nothing to eat at home so I had to send the maid to the club to get me lunch. I was starved by the time she got home!
I accepted a facebook friend request a week ago. The request was from a guy I knew who is very successful in the film business. We had been out of touch for a few years. I looked at his FB pictures and was amazed by the incredible pictures of his travels. He travels all around the world! Now I regret accepting his request. I looked at my FB pictures and suddenly feel inadequate. I haven’t posted a picture since I became his friend. I am shocked by the grandeur of his life. I hit a low point in my life and was feeling ok that I’m somehow surviving, now I don’t feel that way.These are a few of my pictures and his pictures.
My picture- Ice cream with my kids. I used all the change I could find to buy it and I had a coupon. I also used the old excuse that I wasn’t hungry because I couldn’t afford another icecream. His picture-at the Italian Rivera having gelato. (Somehow I doubt he used a coupon for his gelato or paid for his flight with change)
My picture-paintings my kids made. (By the way I had a coupon for the two hour art class where they painted. His picture-waiting in line to see The Last Supper. I’m thinking there were no coupons involved here either.
My picture-my birthday meal at chick fil a. His picture-His birthday meal he ate while at the French Alps. (Too bad for him no chicken strips, I assume)
I went to Studio City
He went to Switzerland.
If I could unfriend him I would but I think he would notice. If I post I hope he is just too busy looking at his other friends lives to notice my posts. So if you follow me on FB and notice I stopped posting now you know why. It’s nothing my FB friend did that makes me want to unfriend. To quote George Costanza “it’s not you, it’s me”
More rich people problems
The company only let me spend 50 bucks on dinner, and they wouldn’t buy my alchol. How can I eat for that in California.
We rented a car and they gave us an escalade. I can’t believe we were stuck with that.
I got a great deal on my shoes! Only 150 dollars. I bought two pair. How could I not?
Saw a young guy driving a Jaguar into a parking lot. Top down. It was raining. Light rain. Someone mentioned that he had better put his top up. He said “I’m too swaggy to put my top up”
He was at the office for a couple hours and needed a massage therapist to come in and give him a massage before lunch. He had an old sports injury that was “acting up”. He said “it was an intense massage, almost brought me to tears when he worked on my bad shoulder” After the massage he planned to go out for lunch and then go home. He said “it has been a draining day. I almost had to go out for a business dinner, so glad I dodged that bullet”
As he left he said “God, I have to look for another job”
More rich people problems to come.
I was eating my PBJ sandwich and he said “I had to go out to eat every day at lunch this week for business. It was such an inconvenience and I only got 40.00 a day for lunch”
I offered him a piece of my PBJ sandwich. He refused.
” I won’t be going in to work Friday. We will have lunch and then rock climb. My day is 12:00 to 4:30. God I hate this job”
More rich people problems to come.
I hear people complain about things I classify as “rich people problems”.
Below are a few I heard this week.
-we live a few steps from the beach. It’s such a hassle to sweep up all the sand in the house.
-I always find shells in my kids pockets and in the dryer. The beach is their backyard and it’s such a mess.
-it’s such a hassle going through security at the airport. Having to go to NYC, Southern California, Northern California, Aspen, Portland. I wish I sat at a desk in a cubical.
-I only get 75.00 a night for my dinner meal per diem.
I lack empathy. I’m struggling right now so I have “just making it problem”
(I will continue to add to the rich people problems list)
I once worked for a multi millionaire who always talked about feeling guilty about his money. He inherited his money from his dad. He spent wildly! He bought his in laws an exact replica of his mansion and all the furnishings. He did this so his kids would never be “homesick”. Every toy and possession his children had at his house he had a duplicate at his in laws. He didn’t ever want his kids to miss a toy or possession while at their grandparents so the duplicate of every item helped insure that they would “never be sad”
So my rich boss was constantly either spending money wildly or feeling guilty. There was no middle ground. One day he called me excited that he found a way to deal with his guilt. He found a therapist that only took patients who were multi millionaires and the therapist would help him feel less guilt. He explained to me that his new therapist could only help rich people and their problems.
He saw the therapist five days a week and then would binge spend.
I was much younger then and frequently wished I had his problems.