Monday, July 25, 2011

Privileged.

I have this problem. Actually, I have two problems:

1) I hate when people complain about their privileged lives

-and-

2) You can see it on my face when they do: eyes rolling, heavy sigh...the like.

[Let me preface this post by saying that I am not referring to any of you precious blog readers, family and/or friends. I have just seen too much TV and been around too many people that are privileged and complain. Hello, look what city I live in.]

Here's the thing {in my humble opinion}:

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please don't complain to me about it. I don't complain to you that I have to work, so please don't complain to me that you chose to stay home and get to wake up when you so choose, do errands/chores when you so choose and can take a nap when you so choose.

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please don't rub it in my face that you are tired because you were busy sorting photographs, or reorganizing your living room, or because you went to bed at midnight and woke up "early" at 9 a.m. And don't complain to me that you're exhausted from shopping, or lunching, or doing anything that I physically cannot do because I am chained to a desk for 10 hours five days a week.

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please don't invite me to a luncheon at 11 a.m. on a Tuesday. To quote Vicki from The Real Housewives of Orange County: "I'M WORKING!"


If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please realize that I have one-hour lunchbreaks, and that I can't consume a glass of wine at lunch during the workweek. I also cannot chat with you over said glass of wine at an expensive restaurant for two hours. Sorry.

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please understand that my hours are 8:30 a.m. - 5:30 p.m., and that I don't get home until around 6 p.m. Please don't call me at 2 p.m. just to "see what I'm up to." Also, I'm in bed at 10 p.m. every night of the week. And my phone goes on silent then.

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please understand that I'm 24. At our age, most people do work. I don't care that you haven't worked in 25 years. I'm young, newly married and that's just what most of us do right now.

I'm sorry if this came across rude. I have just had it up to my brain with people doing this to me or to others. Consider it a privilege that you're your own boss. Consider it a privilege that you don't have to wake up early every morning, do your hair and make-up and sit in traffic. Consider it a privilege that you can make your own schedule. And consider it a privilege you're not me right now... :)

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