They've given you a number and taken away your name

At my new job, the clock-in procedure involves a fingerprint scan. You type in your numbers into a console and stick your index finger into the scanner, which reads the print, analyzes it and if you're not a spy, tells the gnomes in the payroll office to start sending cash toward your bank account. Sadly, it's sort of anticlimactic, since it just beeps and then you're on your way up the escalator to the office rather than a vault opening up somewhere and bad guys skulking behind you.

Granted, I've only done it a few times, so it might get old after a while, but every time I clock in or out, I feel a little bit awesome. I'm totally cut out to be a secret agent.