This morning, I got all pissy that the ONE car parked in my building’s lot was RIGHT in front of MY office door, where I typically park. “How rude! They can’t go in my door, they have to walk around to the front or the back of the building anyway, why park in MY spot and block MY personal door? I chose this office because it was the only one with its own personal exterior door – I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT DOOR!” My crankiness level kept going up and up…until I burst out laughing at my own ridiculousness. I had just spent quite a bit of money to have a personal trainer supervise my morning work out, and now I’m mad that I have to walk an extra two feet to my office door?!? First World Problem, for sure!