Pimp My ID Badge
So....three days after I exposed the world to my now "World Famous Booty Bump"....we got new ID Badges.
Tracy and I, being the overzealous people we are, even placed some business cards in the back of the pouch in case we are out on a story and need to drop the digits on some fine looking people, or for purely professional reasons.
RIP Key Fob
| RIP KEY FOB |
It would only be fitting that after I expose the world to my Fob-Lem shake that I now must come up with some more new and exciting ways to scan my new ID Badge....and trust me...I will.
This post will not contain pictures of me dropping it low to scan my badge, although this may have just sparked a new post for next week, we will see.
Regardless, on Wednesday we got new ID Badges, and thankfully my picture was taken after working an overnight shift so my picture will not only be my new Facebook default but I plan on using it in every way possible, that is sarcasm, I look exhausted, hopefully we have picture day every year so I can actually be prepared for it and maybe my Mom will want to purchase a 8.5x11 for the mantel.
| New Badge |
Everyone in the newsroom was puzzled when we were handed just the badge, no laynard, no slick wallet to place in it, just a piece of plastic and we were sent into the world.
Tracy Clow, my fashionista Assignment Editor BFF and I were not going to let this stand...oh no no no....we needed only the best for our pieces of plastic.
I was able to snag us some custom lanyards...and by custom, I mean I remembered that for some odd reason our co-worker Andy had a drawer full of "Eyewitness News" lanyards, so T and I attached our new badges to our custom lanyards.
| Something is missing....but what? |
But something was missing, this seemed barbaric to think that our badges would be exposed to the elements, we are journalists after all, we need to walk all the way from the parking lot to our desks at least 5 days a week, and we come to work no matter what, rain, sleet, snow, hurricanes, twisters, something had to be done!
About an hour after racking our brains to come up with a way to protect our newly minted badges, our solution walked right up to us. David Rodriguez, our building supervisor, had his badged encased in a slick looking plastic cover, so me being the schmoozer that I am, managed to nab two for Tracy and I.
It was like the skies opened up, our prayers had been answered, and our badged was officially pimped out.
| The Ultimate Badge |
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