I was already on the train this morning when I realized I didn’t have my access card with me. In the four years I worked at Black Box, I think I may have forgotten my badge once. In my last job, I didn’t forget it once in the nine months I was there. On my fourth day of my new job, I’d already left it home.
You might be wondering why I don’t put the card in my wallet. That’s actually what I did at PopCap but it was more convenient at that location. How many access-controlled doors I need to go through determines if I put the card in my wallet or if I place it in a holder attached to a badge reel. At my new studio, there are a lot of doors that are access-controlled. It’d be a pain if I had to fish out my wallet every single time to open those doors. So I have it in a handy reel attached to my waist.
For whatever reason, I just left it at home this morning. When I got to work, I sheepishly told the office manager I had forgotten my card. She was very nice about and said that since it was Monday, she’d expect a few more like me to come through the door. I was given a temp pass which solved the problem for the day.
Maybe I’m getting forgetful in my old age. Getting old kinda sucks.