- house key
- parent's house key
- car key (engine-immobilizer thing-a-ma-doodie)
- car remote
- 4-prong steering wheel lock key (it's the one that looks like a screwdriver and there are teeth on all four sides).
- a teeny-tiny key that used to be for something, but I've forgotten what, so now it's a charm and it also has a jingle bell on it.
- security pass fob
- door key (for that one stupid door that is not connected to a security reader)
I can't put this on my main key ring because I need to be able to take it off easily to hold it up to the security reader to open the gate. But my car key needs to stay in the ignition. I've been meaning to buy another contraption from the Dollar Store that would make hooking and unhooking it easier. But I've gotten used to carrying it around separately, so I don't think I'll ever bother.
- deadbolt key
- security pass fob
- R2D2 key (my little drawer/filing cabinet thing)
- ...and the work set is on a retractable cord clip (I have the Tux one) that's attached to my waistband because I'll forget and/or lose them otherwise.
I don't put my work keys on my main key ring for security reasons. Plus, while I'm at work, I don't need my home/car keys anyway. I also have keys that I don't regularly bring around with me.
freedom = f(keys)
Someone once told me that the number of keys a person has is indirectly proportional to their personal freedom. IOW, the more keys you have, the more responsibility you have and therefore the less free you are.
I disagreed with him. It's one of those "is the glass half full or half empty?" things. Incidentally, I say "Neither. The glass is at half capacity." It depends on how you view it. Yes, a child has no keys and lives a relatively free existence (apparently, every child except me). But a prison inmate also has no keys... or you'd HOPE they don't have any of the important keys. =P
Having home keys mean I have a home to go to. I'd rather not have to worry about where I'm going to sleep at night and basic survival issues.
Sure, Work keys mean I have to work. But the pay that comes from work gives me the freedom to do all kinds of things that I couldn't without the money.
When I was an undergrad, I had a part time job with one of the profs in the CS Department. This required that I have the building security pass and a key to an office. When everyone was fighting for a machine in the undergrad dungeon lab near assignment deadline time, I would always have my own personal machine available in my own, quiet, undisturbed, third-floor office, facing north towards the beautiful downtown Vancouver skyline.
I've had at least one set of car keys for as long as I can remember. Car equals freedom; I don't care what people say about parking, traffic and maintenance. It takes me ten times longer to get anywhere on public transit, depending on where I want to go.
For me the keys-to-freedom relationship has always been logarithmic.