Of Times Clocks, etc.

My time card from the Cedars has a picture of me from five years ago. I wasn't wearing glasses (I had been workshopping contacts during that fall -- it didn't work out). I was also apparently having one of the weirdest hair days of my life. My hair's always been thick and somewhat unmanageable, by that I mean I can put product in it and try to manipulate it to do what I want but it seems like every time I look in the mirror a few hours later I'm always sort of surprised to see what my hair looks like. One way to solve this would be to get it cut every four or so weeks like a sane person should. But my hair in this picture is short but it's kind of standing up like a wave like kids used to do when I was in middle school. The rest of my hair in the picture is sort of flat, like in that episode of Seinfeld where the city cuts the water flow down in their showerheads and the characters can't wash out all of the shampoo. You might look at the picture and look at my hair and tell me I'm crazy for thinking it's so weird.
Also, why in the world would I possibly analyze something so crazy as my hair in my picture from a time card?
Because I've been through a lot with that time card. I've had it (or a variation of it) for the better part of five calendar years. I've used it so much that I reach for it many times instead of my debit card in the check out line at Harris Teeter. When I moved in to this house I didn't have a key. The locks are so crappy that all it took was a slide of the ol' time card in between the metal and the wood and viola, my time card was also my house key.
I think maybe I've mentioned the beep the time card makes when a server clocks in. Just a simple, short, mindless beep.
When you clock in in the morning, the beep reminds you you've got a long day ahead of you. When you swipe it at night the beep reminds you that you won't be gone all that long before you swipe the card again.
On Saturday, at around 8:30 PM I swiped my time card for the very last time at the Cedars of Chapel Hill. Since the lease on this house is running out and I've got nothing holding me down here, I found a pretty good set-up in Winston-Salem and I'll be moving there within the next week. The next place I find myself may have an identical time clock (that is, if I have to swipe a card, fingers crossed I won't) as the Cedars has. It may make the exact same noise as the one the Cedars' makes. But I promise that it will sound as different as two identical sounds possibly can.