So for quite awhile now I've been planning to "lose" my photo badge for work and driver's license. But I figured I'd do that when I got to the big 1-5-0. I've been talking about this a lot. I couldn't wait to get new pictures!
Well, a few days ago my work badge broke in half. Okay its a few pounds ahead of schedule, but I was actually filled with glee. Yes, glee. I can get a new picture!!
No such luck. They refused to take my picture over. Silly me, I thought the idea of a PHOTO ID is so that they could identify you based on the picture. Trust me when I tell you that I don't look like that anymore. Silly, silly me. The dude who made the new badge even said "Wow that doesn't look like you at all." Uh, yeah.... And not only did I not get a new picture, they now use pictures twice the size of the old one. Gross.
I admit it, I had a bit of a meltdown. Tears and everything. I have been waiting for new badge day for a long time. My co-worker and friend had heard me talking about "losing" my badge for a long time. She tried her best to make me feel better.
To which I took the pieces of my old badge, hurled it on the floor, and half-yelled "I HATE HER. I don't want to be reminded of her forever." Yep, I said that. Her reply was something along the lines of 'she will always be part of you, you can't be who you are now without having been her.'
I know that's right, and really I don't hate her. Much. Maybe a little.