Thursday, June 02, 2005

Beware of Pantrygirl imposters...

It’s been awhile and I apologize. Right now, I’m still at work. Yes, it’s been that kind of day for the last two days. Since I’m eating my lunch now, I thought I’d drop a quick note.

The topper of the day is that I lost my work ID on the bus. This ID is also my access card so I can’t get into any building without begging someone near me to let me in. Plus, I’m now paranoid that someone is walking around with a photo of me and my name and pretending to be me. I watch too much ‘24’.

In NYC, especially after 9/11, everyone walks around with their id hanging around their necks. Lanyard people are making a killing. Funny thing is, in a city filled with people so absorbed in their own lives, we know a lot about the people around us. We know where they work, their name, their shift and sometimes their department.

I never put leave my id on when I go outside. I’ve got enough to deal with when I’m outside. Homeless and Crazy People flock to me like pigeons to stale bread. You’ve heard of gaydar. I’m loondar. I really don’t need a loon to scream out, “Hey! Pantrygirl! Pantrygirl! You know me! Look at me when I call you!”

Anyway, I called the MTA three times and no kind soul has turned in my id. Why did I have my id out? Well, like an idiot, I thought, it might be a good idea to take it out of my bag so I don’t hold up the line by the security guard. I had it in my hand. Of course, the little clip thingy that holds it into the hookie thingy (I’m not lanyard savvy) opened up and my id popped out. I didn’t notice until I was at the guard station and when I lifted my lanyard up, it was empty.

What gets my goat is, two weeks ago, I found a college id of a student in front of my building. I ran back into the building and flagged every person walking in to see if they knew who she was. I finally got her apartment number and returned. Doesn’t karma count here?

Please, if you have my id, return it. Good karma will come to you.

Now I have to get back to work. It’s the end of the fiscal year and everyone wants the impossible.