tagging

At work we've been given these little radio-magnetic tags that have each been assigned to us, and which we have been expressly forbidden to loan to oneanother. They're subtle, discreet little things; they're stylishly designed. We need to use them to access our offices on either floor - and this after a seperate tag lets us into the building.

This new tag is, we're told, for office security. After, the secret services don't come in here at all to meet with our head of security who isn't alleged by some to work for the CIA. I don't mind, in a way, the blatancy of this tracking - we're hired because we're clever, so I don't imagine that they even expect what's going on to have escaped us.

And yet - do you know how these tags are meant to be worn? Around our necks.