Thursday, February 5, 2015

Biometric Timebomb

The guy explaining the new timekeeping system at my work speaks with a thinly-veiled hostility and that cheery tone that parents get when they're trying to get you to take medicine. He experiences a mild, bullying pleasure from laying down the law, but mostly he just wishes he were somewhere else.

While he explains, for what must be for him the thousandth time, that your supervisor will be able to see exactly when you start work, and exactly when you leave, a small piece of food dislodges from some crevice between my cheek and jaw where it had been hiding  and I think, "Wait a minute, I ate yogurt for breakfast. Where the hell did that come from?"

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