...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
It had to happen sometime After various internships and 17 months of work, the moment has finally come: I dropped my badge into the toilet. In retrospect, I should be thankful for my godawful reflexes because excessive fidgeting would have set off the motion detector flushing mechanism and in turn I would have had to explain to Corporate Services how I clogged up the bathroom. In the real world however, I just stared disbelievingly at the white little card swimming in the bow and fished it out again. Then I made sure that nothing has met so much soap in its plasticky existence before. I would have loved to just walk away and get myself an unbaptized badge but my name and photo are on it. The clip with which it was attached to my pants clearly wasn't designed by German engineers. And that's why I now wear it around my neck.