But it takes forever to open Outlook.
I hear ya screamin’. For the price of disfiguring a woman’s genitals in the Congo, we can upgrade your RAM.
Okay – how about this one, smartypants. Sometimes when I’m shopping online, I’m not informed that an item I’ve added to my cart is unavailable until I’m checking out. Shouldn’t the item be labeled as “out of stock” at the outset? Why does it let me get that far in the process if the item cannot be purchased? :mad:
That’s actually a third-world problem, as their servers and IT are being held and maintained in Indonesia. So you’re fine.
Isn’t there a way of doing it without hitting three keys at once? That’s too hard.
Regards,
Shodan
I was in a newsagent’s yesterday and picked up a copy of Esquire for the clothes section. A leaflet fell out and I had to pick it up off the floor.
i hate that!
My XBox360 crashed! How the heck am I supposed to virtually run around third world countries shooting at my friends?!
It’s taking longer than 30 minutes for my circle of high-caloric food to be delivered to my home! Waaa!
My chocolate bar melted.
First world EMERGENCY!!!
I’m going to a Pampered Chef party this afternoon. I looked on their website this morning to see what might be offered for sale. I’m torn between a $100 steel professional frying pan for myself, or should I instead buy several $12 bottles and jars of exotic cooking sauces to give out for Christmas presents?
I wanted to log in to my e-mail program. I typed the first letter of my e-mail address and autofill wouldn’t fill the field. So I clicked inside the address field to force the drop-down menu from which I could select my address and AF would do the rest. It still wouldn’t fill. So I clicked again. And again. Maybe after 12 clicks, I heaved the annoyed sigh of One Who is Greatly Put-Upon and typed two more letters of my e-mail address. Finally, the menu popped up and I selected my address. Thank Og! Spared the back-breaking labor of having to type my 11-character address!
#FirstWorldProblems
I got woken up earlier than I intended to today by my flatmate talking to relatives in Australia and she was doing that “I’m on skype so I need to shout” voice which carried perfectly into my bedroom. I had to put some earplugs in to get another couple of hours sleep so that I could feel refreshed for my croissant and earl grey tea when I got up.
The guy in the apartment next to me is so out-of-it that I have to listen to his computer blurt “YOU’VE GOT MAIL!” multiple times a day.*
I mean, HONESTLY!
*I wish this was a joke, but it’s not.
My pocket sized computer, which masquerades as a smart phone, shit the bed today, so I lost all the pictures people had texted me, mostly lolcats and boobs. #firstworldproblems
I’ve spent the day at Sculpture by the Sea. I’m tired and I’m sunburnt and now I have to upload about 200 photos to my computer AND do the photoshop thingy.
I have so many things I’m doing this week socially that I won’t have time to play Skyrim and watch my four DVDs from lovefilm 
I’m completely jet-lagged from a 5-star vacation in an exotic locale.