So, Chuq and I were hauling stuffage up to my new office. I park in a building I don't have my office in, because my office is the first one on the other side of the bridge. It turns out it's lots faster to park in the Big Red A "home for products people" building and hike over to GSA-land, than to park in the GSA building, do a double sprial to the elevators, and then walk to the other side of the building.
Whatever
I'm in the middle of getting Chuq signed in, and along come a couple with kids in tow. He has a badge showing, and she doesn't. The security person asked very nicely if the woman would like to sign in--everyone above a certain age wears a badge of some sort if you're in these buildings.
Well, wife and hubby get a bad case of the huffies, and point out that wifey works at Big Red A as well, and she finally digs out a badge to prove it. Note that she didn't have the badge where it could be seen, and unless the badge readers are a heck of a lot more sensitive than I think they are, could the badge be used.
Hey, snotty couple? Part of the gig is being polite to the security people, okay? Security wasn't out of line, and she was smiling and nice the entire time. And do you really think that all of the security staff is going to know who the heck you are? Why?
Geez....
Posted by lsefton at February 22, 2004 04:29 PM