A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, I was a corporate chick.

You know what corporate chicks have? Badges. Lots of ‘em. For a while I was a consultant, and I got badges for all sorts of companies. After that, I was a permanent resident in corporate-land. That meant more badges.

I started collecting all the badges I got. A few of them are above, but I have more in a box upstairs. I was too lazy busy to go get them for this post.

Now I work for a company that lets me work from home. One thing about working from home is that you don’t get a badge. This was threatening to break my years-long streak of saving a badge from every company I worked for. Obviously, something had to be done, because I put up with a whole lot of meetings and stuff to earn those badges, and I’m not breaking my streak now.

I toyed with the idea of issuing myself a badge for my home office, but that seemed goofy (even though I can assure you it would have been the coolest badge ever). I pondered, I researched, I googled, and I pondered some more.

Then, just in time for RootsTech, I found these:

Those are both my work and my real-life Twitter handles. They perfectly represent my transition to badgeless un-corporate life. One is a bit shorter than the other, so I can wear them both at RootsTech. I actually thought about getting a third one with the #genealogy hashtag, but I ran out of money (and also, three necklaces worth of neck space would require me to wear tops that are a little too boobalicious for Utah).

So if you’re going to RootsTech, look for me. I’ll be the one with the shiny new un-badges.

Note: I got the necklaces from Survival of the Hippest. I have zero connection to them other than as a happy customer. Also, confidential to my old airline colleagues: I did turn in the SIDA badge. I ain’t messin’ with TSA.

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