My office was moved last year. My new floor requires a key card for access to the floor and for access to the bathrooms. I can never remember my key card, which also gets me into the building.
I have forgotten it so much that I now know all the security guards by name. They start whipping out the guest pass before I even can say good morning.
In addition to constantly forgetting the silly key card, I also haven't figured out what to do with it on my bathroom breaks. I tend to wear alot of skirts, particularly in the warmer weather, and most of my skirts do not have pockets. After much deliberation over this problem, I have solved my pocket-less conundrum with an easy solution! I store my key card in my bra.
Yes, I am a genius.
Or at least I thought I was a genius until I was stuck out in the hallway and had to make a grab for my key card in front of a few male partners. Then, I realized I am just not as smart as I think I am. Nope. Not at all.
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