Lanyard/Work ID: [poll type=regular public=true]

  • Worn around neck at all times, in plain view
  • Clipped to something (belt, shirt pocket etc.)
  • Stuffed into pocket at all times (non geek option)
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Because… all of the bloody doors need my fob, so it’s just useful to be there all the time. Also means I never forget it and get locked in the toilet. It also works the vending machine.

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Got in trouble loads at an old work for just leaving mine by the communal printer, but except for actually coming in that’s all I ever needed it for, so.

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haha, geek.

and btw, mine operates:

the doors
the printers
buying food
bike shed

no chance I’m ruining my get up with that shit round my neck.

I look like shit anyway. At least the addition of a lanyard creates the illusion that I’ve gone for a look. The ‘purely functional for an office’ look.

Very tight fitting polo shirt, possibly extra small, due to a lack of my size (I’m between M and L)

Hard to settle into a new customer facing job when you’re developing body image issues you never knew you had and you’ve never been more conscious of your own nipples

Left mine on my desk the other week at home time. Jobsworth security knobhead wouldn’t let me out without it - It’s a good 5 minute walk from reception back to the office.

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I’m a fellow Santa, although nobody’s ever paid me for it. Really hard, hot, sweaty work, but it can be absolutely amazing. I can’t remember if I’ve told this before, but I asked one little boy, maybe about five years old, what he wanted for Christmas and he said he wanted all of his family and friends to come round for dinner. I was genuinely lost for words and his mum almost burst with pride.

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That is very sweet. I had a few kids who refused the free toy I gave them, wanting something better. Gave one lad 3 options before the nurse told him to stop being a little dick.

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Heh! Honestly tearing up in a Santa suit makes it even fucking harder to keep your shit together.

Yeah, but even the ones who are little bastards are still pretty innocent little bastards. I always enjoy the ones who can recite a list of a bazillion things they want that I have no idea what they are. It’s like listening to performance poetry.

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Women’s clothing.

As part of a bonding exercise for cashiers across the country. Cashiers who would never meet each other again once the course was over.

would put mine in my pocket except being a woman my clothes either don’t have pockets or don’t have pockets that could accommodate my pass without snapping it in half. worn around neck it is

i had to wear is a beauty queen style sash when being a floorwalker (call centre terminology; not to be confused with a streetwalker)

Think I’ve worn pretty much every item of protective clothing imaginable for tours of warehouses, factories, refineries etc back in the ol’ auditing days. Wembley Stadium always provided the absolute worst stuff when I worked there though, it was either a short sleeved shirt that came in one size (which I would charitably describe as “bowling team”) or a fleece that made you look like a honking great Theo. Usually went with the fleece because they didn’t heat the staff areas and because a load of Villa fans laughed at how badly the shirt fit during the 2009 League Cup final (which they lost, suckers).

The neglected beige crayon from the day the crayons quit for world book day

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That’s a fantastic book, and logically must have been a fantastic costume

My first kitchen job mostly involved sticking stuff in the microwave or bain marie. They wanted me to buy a baseball cap to wear at work but I just kept ignoring them as I was pretty sure tying my hair up and wearing a headband did a better job, plus why should I buy my own uniform? Anyway they made me wear one of these in the end

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