"Here is your card. Do well to keep it safe," said the official at the admin office, sliding the identification card across the polished desk with practiced efficiency.
I nodded and took the card from him, not forgetting to offer a polite "Thank you" as courtesy demanded. Simple enough transaction, really. What happened next, however, was becoming an all-too-familiar routine.
The moment I walked out of the admin building, I could feel it starting again. Eyes. Lots of them. The female workers weren't even trying to be subtle about their staring anymore, and—heaven help me—even some of the male workers were giving me looks that could only be described as deeply unsettling. One poor fellow nearly walked into a pillar while craning his neck to follow my progress down the hallway.
Sigh.
This was becoming a serious problem.
