At one point we were all issued these bright yellow buttons:
It was little gestures like this that made it all worthwhile — not. I do however have this button on the windowsill in front of my desk to inspire me as I write about my experiences at Metro.
Things got so bad the last few years I was there that most of us would try to hide the fact that we worked for Metro — wear a coat to cover our uniform, etc. The last thing anyone would do would be to wear a pin like this — it would be tantamount to asking for verbal abuse, or worse.