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My Prox Card

He reached out his hand, again. I shook it…again.

He said the word again, “Nice to meet you…(whatever he said)…”

The man was profoundly, annihilatedly stoned. He could barely stay awake as we talked.

I finally realized that he was trying to say my name, except he wasn’t getting it off of my name tag, a happy gray affair that says “Josh” on it. Josh, not whatever he was saying.

But then I got it. He was calling me “Prox.” He thought that the access card that I use to move through the building’s various doors was my name tag. But it is not a name tag. It is a 2″ wide  by 4″ tall white wafer of plastic that says:


and under that,


He was calling me “Prox.” I’ve decided to run with it. And I’m not going to go through all of the forms that Ron Artest needs to change his name to “Metta World Peace.”

I’m simply going to wear my access card and assume people realize it.

Later he appeared again and said “But seriously man, only the angels die.”

So true, bro. So true.

Feeling proxy today.


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  • Patrick Tracy July 21, 2011, 10:31 am

    …And when he said his secret name of power, Prox, aloud upon the mountaintop, he was imbued with the power of a hundred men…

  • Todd July 22, 2011, 6:04 am

    Will you just be referred to as Prox. Be careful, it’s a slippery slope to becoming “The Librarian Formerly Known as Prox”.

  • Heather July 22, 2011, 6:33 am

    So are you gonna come up with an unpronouncable symbol for it? That’d be even funnier! Have a rockin’ day. . . PROX! 😀

  • Kosmo July 30, 2011, 4:42 pm

    What an odd coincidence. My name is also Prox, and I also work for HID.