Neckwear, no questions.
Officially dressed for work. Function remains unconfirmed.
At 8:03 every evening, Inu Brain takes the corner desk. He straightens the tie, opens one blank folder, and watches the copier think. Nobody assigned the shift. Nobody has the heart to cancel it. By midnight, every pencil points north and the office is considered secure. The lamp stays on because professionalism should be visible from the parking lot.
The tie establishes authority. The rest is handled by prolonged eye contact.
He clocked in anyway.