A strange mix of relief and apprehension fight for dominance in my gut as I approach the building that houses VRS.  Everything appears normal, although I don't really know what I was expecting - a crowd of VRS employees standing at the revolving doors pulling at their hair anxiously awaiting my arrival?  That would be silly. No, the faceless legion swarming around me is much the same as any other day, heedless of the potential turmoil that is no doubt percolating a dozen floors above their heads.  The realization is suddenly. strangely comforting.<br/><br/>That is, until I attempt to gain entry into the building.  I'm barely paying any attention to the card-swipe procedure, and why would I?  I've never had a problem before.  In retrospect, I'm glad I didn't stop for breakfast, given how hard I walk into the immobile turnstile.  Had I been holding a cup of coffee, it most certainly would have gone flying.<br/><br/>I have half a mind to just scooch on over the offending metal bar, but security is already hot on the case.  I don't recognize the guard who takes my card, but then, I don't really pay them a whole of attention typically. The thought elicits a tiny pang of guilt considering I pass them at least twice a day, every day.  I make a mental note to pay more attention to the security people from here on out.  Thankfully, my aloofness and ignorance isn't held against me - despite a fairly significant glitch in the security system, he offers me a guest pass to get up to my floor.<br/><br/>"Hang on a sec," I tell him. "I already know it's going to be a bad day at the office.  Think maybe this is a sign I should just go back home to bed?  I mean, if somebody upstairs is revoking my access..."<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the guard just shakes his head, smiling, as he hands over the badge and offers a sympathetic, "Good luck, ma'am."<br/><br/>I give him my best<em>'woe-is-me'</em>face and sigh as I turn back towards the turnstiles. This time it offers no resistance, clanking around smoothly and disgorging me in front of the gleaming, bustling elevator foyer.  Back into my routine, I slip into the queue for the sub-20 floors and wait for an elevator to arrive.<br/><br/><hr/>Choice:<br/><br/>C.  Make a snarky remark about computer systems and act genially exasperated, agreeing reluctantly to the process of being demoted to a guest of VRS.