I was sitting at my desk mulling over an article… crack!

I was surprised to see my body cut in half. On my ID that is. See, aside from our names, our company ID features our half – body photos printed in front. I saw the photo of my torso lying on the floor.

Apparently, I had moved toward my desk too abruptly, the ID card cracked against my desk. Now it’s held together by a scotch tape, the two pieces folding and unfolding like a greeting card.

Since everybody’s in holiday mode, I’ll have to wait ’til next year to get a new one. I’ll probably have it laminated or I’ll get something like an rfid blocking wallet to enclose it in. I’ll just flash my ID like a police badge every time I enter the gate.

You know what’s the other thing running in my head? It’s a sign that my bundy clock punching days are over.