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susandennisI woke up before the cats did this morning. I went to pee and then crawled back into bed. But now they were all WTF?? We thought up = breakfast??!! Fooled them and snoozed for another 30 mins. The sun was behind a cloud so I popped into my swim suit and went to the pool.
Emily Mah is a tiny old Asian woman who, I swear, spends 90% of her day in the gym. She's on every machine. Then she's in the classroom with the weights and I'm pretty sure she attends all the fitness classes. When I got to the fitness center this morning, she was pacing outside. The door was locked. "I don't have my white card! but I called security." I did have my white card but before I could get it out, security was there opening the door and in we went - the whole place to ourselves. It was lovely.
When I first moved to the cult, they had swipe cards. They gave me four which I thought was weird but whatever. Some people punched holes in them and added them to their key ring. They opened the door to my apartment. Then they started on a new scheme of smart cards. One to a customer. The originals had the security company's logo on them but the new ones are all white. Don't punch a hole in these cause you'll fuck up the bytes. (This was, of course, massively whined about.) But the white cards let you into a bunch of places - like the gym after hours and the side doors from the outside and the front door after hours, in addition to your apartment. Plus, of course, they can see who's card is being used where and when. I keep mine in a little pocked on the back of my phone case.
My friend Frank turns older tomorrow and likes to mark the occasion with a Sunday brunch. He often invites me and I love it. Today we're going to Flavour Bistro in Duvall. I have never been to Duvall. Road Trip! He made reservations and is picking me up at 10:15. Should be great fun and yummy.
Emily Mah is a tiny old Asian woman who, I swear, spends 90% of her day in the gym. She's on every machine. Then she's in the classroom with the weights and I'm pretty sure she attends all the fitness classes. When I got to the fitness center this morning, she was pacing outside. The door was locked. "I don't have my white card! but I called security." I did have my white card but before I could get it out, security was there opening the door and in we went - the whole place to ourselves. It was lovely.
When I first moved to the cult, they had swipe cards. They gave me four which I thought was weird but whatever. Some people punched holes in them and added them to their key ring. They opened the door to my apartment. Then they started on a new scheme of smart cards. One to a customer. The originals had the security company's logo on them but the new ones are all white. Don't punch a hole in these cause you'll fuck up the bytes. (This was, of course, massively whined about.) But the white cards let you into a bunch of places - like the gym after hours and the side doors from the outside and the front door after hours, in addition to your apartment. Plus, of course, they can see who's card is being used where and when. I keep mine in a little pocked on the back of my phone case.
My friend Frank turns older tomorrow and likes to mark the occasion with a Sunday brunch. He often invites me and I love it. Today we're going to Flavour Bistro in Duvall. I have never been to Duvall. Road Trip! He made reservations and is picking me up at 10:15. Should be great fun and yummy.
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Date: 2024-06-09 07:58 pm (UTC)When we had an office, we had white cards that gave us access to our suite, the server room where I had our internet connected, and particular doors in the building - not ALL the doors - we only had access to one stairwell in our wing, and only access to leave the stairwell at our floor.
And yeah, they tracked who opened each door and when - very Big Brother.
Also we had photo badges to go with our white cards. I had mine in a plastic pouch on a lanyard - but I didn't wear it when I was in my office - I know who I am. Which meant that every time I got up to walk out to go to the restroom, I had to remember my card or I wouldn't be able to get back into our office :D
After the second or third time of having to KNOCK REALLY LOUDLY on our office door to get coworker D to let me in, we found a bright piece of paper and wrote "KEY CARD" in big letters and taped it to the inside of our office door :D
Brunch sounds lovely!