Impressions, DMV and Divas

 Well the DMV turned out to be easy.  My mom got to keep her old license.  Well it won't expire until next week but I thought after we left, maybe it's a good thing to have ID like that.  The clerk at the DMV asked about Real IDs and she said she wouldn't be traveling.  We talked about maybe we need one if there's voting issues come November.  It was good information.  Things went better.

I didn't get my dental impressions for my upper teeth done correctly.  Damn.  They will send me two more packets of puddy to use and after that, they will issue me a refund. I was so disappointed I didn't get it right on the second try. I looked at other companies to see what they would charge and if their ratings were good.  There are other choices. I just really want this to work the next time I get a packet in the mail.  I was hoping I would have been able to drop it off in the mail yesterday but that wasn't the case.

I thought my head was going to explode from our group talk yesterday.  The diva did it again.  She complained about how she would have liked this or that for training.  She's done it before and it's really hurtful.  I spent 3 weeks of my time falling farther behind to make someone comfortable and I opened up more than I should have only to get stabbed in the back later.  She's a piece of work.  So entitled.

I hate that it happened because I would like to be able to trust other women.  I don't want to compete with anyone.  I didn't think the diva and I would become besties but I thought because we were close in age that maybe we would do better together.  I thought I had an ally and now I feel like I have an enemy.

I think I need to go outside my comfort zone and find new opportunities for meeting people.  I am hoping the library will have an activity for someone like me where I can talk to others and feel like I'm not going to get stabbed in the back.  I know I have Corinne and she is fantastic.  She's in a new town 4 hours away and her time is spent with her farm and husband.  I appreciate the time she gives me. I just wish she lived closer.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  Who knew the DMV would be the best part of my day yesterday?  Go figure.

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