When I left AT&T after a summer internship during business school, I was required to surrender my company identification card.

Sentimental, I asked to keep it. "I just want it for a souvenir."

"No, I’m sorry," said the HR representative. "That’s not allowed."

"Please?" I begged.

"O.K. then," she said. "But first I have to invalidate it."

With that she took a tiny hole punch and punched two tiny holes in the ID card — on my eyes in the photograph. She punched out my eyes. Then she handed the card to me.

"No, thanks," I said. "I don’t want it any more."

Big companies can be too creepy.