Monday, October 19, 2009

The Badge Nazis

I’ve been working at the same building for 3 years now. Every morning a “security guard” is stationed right at the front doors and another is stationed behind the kiosk. Up until recently I was never hassled about my badge. It could be facing backwards and I wasn’t questioned about it. It could be half hidden and I wasn’t questioned about it. Now, it’s very prominently displayed on my person and yet, almost every morning, I hear, “Ma’am, can I see your badge?”

What is the purpose of the badge, really? I’m not coming here for any sort of criminal activity and can’t figure out why anyone else would. I’m not coming here for fun, obviously! Most days I’m walking in with my hair a mess and my hands full. It’s always so nice to be windblown and cramping from my half mile walk from the parking lot and be hassled about some piece of plastic with my picture on it.

Occasionally there will be new “security guards” down there but there are a few who have been here since I’ve been here. I’ve had real conversations with these people before. Yes, there are lots of people working here, but you’d think they’d start to recognize a few faces after a while. This morning as I walked in the guard at the door saw me, smiled, looked right at my badge and said, “good morning!” Apparently that wasn’t sufficient because the guard behind the kiosk stopped me and asked to see my badge. Good grief, people. Just let me be so I can climb the stairs up to the third floor (because only one elevator (of 4) is working and I refuse to ride with 15 other people) and get to my windowless cube to be pissed that it’s Monday again!

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