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I am never driving pre-coffee ever again (if I can help it and it's not an emergency, emergencies trump everything).
In case you missed it (which you probably did because I don't think I mentioned it) I sat for my Learner's Permit again over the Christmas break. I let the previous one run out, and then I needed new glasses (deteriorating astigmatism meant that I couldn't read street signs unless I was standing right beneath them and that is NOT a safe condition to drive in), and then I needed the chalazions excised and for the astigmatism from THAT to go away. So now I have a Learner's Permit again. According to my license photo, I am dark blonde and evenly lightly-tanned (as opposed to the preceding license which had me brunette and pale-skinned, or my proof-of-age card which has me red-tinged brunette and greenish. My last student card was Harry Potter from the movies with neater, boofier hair and differently shaped glasses). I actually have a good license photo. If I could, I would pinch it for my passport. Even if I am reddish-mouse as opposed to blonde.
Anyway, so Bastard had to do something in town today, so I woke him up far earlier than he would have been awake otherwise (today being a non-working day for him) and I drove in to work. Straight run, we left before the last-minute crush, so while it was heavy traffic, it was heavy, moving-smoothly-at-the-speed-limit traffic.
We have also discovered that I still need to hear occasionally what I've done right as opposed to only ever hearing what I could do better. I had a small "I suck, you said so" moment when Bastard told me to correct my lane creep having not yet said a single nice thing about anything this morning (we were four-fifths of the way in). Why do people assume that you can hear the "You're doing well!" behind their criticism and nit-picking? I have difficulty with it when I'm not under stress, and I had thought that I had Bastard trained. Will have to work on him again.
In case you missed it (which you probably did because I don't think I mentioned it) I sat for my Learner's Permit again over the Christmas break. I let the previous one run out, and then I needed new glasses (deteriorating astigmatism meant that I couldn't read street signs unless I was standing right beneath them and that is NOT a safe condition to drive in), and then I needed the chalazions excised and for the astigmatism from THAT to go away. So now I have a Learner's Permit again. According to my license photo, I am dark blonde and evenly lightly-tanned (as opposed to the preceding license which had me brunette and pale-skinned, or my proof-of-age card which has me red-tinged brunette and greenish. My last student card was Harry Potter from the movies with neater, boofier hair and differently shaped glasses). I actually have a good license photo. If I could, I would pinch it for my passport. Even if I am reddish-mouse as opposed to blonde.
Anyway, so Bastard had to do something in town today, so I woke him up far earlier than he would have been awake otherwise (today being a non-working day for him) and I drove in to work. Straight run, we left before the last-minute crush, so while it was heavy traffic, it was heavy, moving-smoothly-at-the-speed-limit traffic.
We have also discovered that I still need to hear occasionally what I've done right as opposed to only ever hearing what I could do better. I had a small "I suck, you said so" moment when Bastard told me to correct my lane creep having not yet said a single nice thing about anything this morning (we were four-fifths of the way in). Why do people assume that you can hear the "You're doing well!" behind their criticism and nit-picking? I have difficulty with it when I'm not under stress, and I had thought that I had Bastard trained. Will have to work on him again.
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