Living close to workI was so proud of myself.
I biked to work, early enough to get out before some of the more annoying drivers hit the road. I could see the Capitol building as I biked down New Jersey Avenue, and it dissappeared and reappeared behind the buildings as I wandered in the direction of Judicary Square. Note that I was on the one speed ugly bike, the one that I can bike in a skirt in, so not having to deal with heavy traffic is a goal.
So I get to work in about 15ish minutes. I lock up the bike and head towards work reaching for my badge. No badge. I forgot it and I could picture where it was sitting. While I padded myself hoping that I might have misplaced it in a pocket, I pondered working without it. Unfortunately, I have to deal with 3 layers of security (human, mechanical and electronic) to get any work done and all the methods to get through those layers were back home. I could wear the temporary badge of shame and get an electronic pass but to chase down all that down would take just as long to bike back home and get my stupid badge.
This was the slight upside of living close to work. Of course the better upside is that my biking commute is about 15-20 minutes, a vast improvement over the 45 mins -1.5 hour commute I had previously.