The word of the day1 for May 3, 2007 is “security” — noun 1 : the quality or state of being secure : as a : freedom from danger : SAFETY. b : freedom from fear or anxiety c : freedom from the prospect of being laid off <job security>. 2 a : something given, deposited, or pledged to make certain the fulfillment of an obligation. b : SURETY. 3 : an instrument of investment in the form of a document (as a stock certificate or bond) providing evidence of its ownership. 4 a : something that secures : PROTECTION. b (1) : measures taken to guard against espionage or sabotage, crime, attack, or escape (2) : an organization or department whose task is security.
I lost my work identification badge again the other day. This is the ubiquitous credit-card sized photo badge with magnetic strip for entry to the plant. Back in the old days, there were no photos on the badges, so they were a lot easier to forge. Assuming your eyesight was good, though, you at least knew to whom you were speaking. Now they have bar codes, holographic doodads, magnetic strips or (fancy) interactive computer chips in addition to your name and face.
Fortunately for me, the previous time I had lost my badge, it had stayed lost long enough for me to get a replacement. So I took the old one to the security guard and swore I would get it reactivated that very morning. So he let me in through the car gate. (The badge activates the pedestrian turnstile.) As soon as the Badge Room was open, I trudged over and had the clerk do her magic. Voila! I’m back in business. Of course I found the second badge two days later, so I’m keeping it in my twinkie case for the next time.
The quote for today is from Edmund Burke (1729 - 1797):
Better be despised for too anxious apprehensions, than ruined by too confident security.
;^) Jan
1 comment:
Can I ask you what is a twinkie case?
As long as Bryan is around I feel a great sense of security and a feeling of well -being. He's my protector.
Re; your work identification badge. My daughter Samantha is always loosing her bank card and has to have it replaced reguarly. Sometimes it goes through the wash along with her jeans. Other times is slips out of her jeans pocket and disappears down the back of a seat. It's a regular occurrence with her.
I just shake my head bemused. Jeanie
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