I forget passwords. It's what I do. I think I'm being all mysterious and creative and make different passwords all the time...yeah, really good idea when your memory bank equals that of the fly buzzing around your head repeatedly because it forgot it's done it 60 times in the last two minutes. In the words of Charlie Brown, "Good Grief." You would think that by this time in my life I would have some sort of system figured out in remembering such things. I even once worked for a giant company that shall remain nameless but rhymes with DAY-OF-Hell....resetting passwords for idiots who couldn't remember such a simple thing. Yeah. Pointing at self...idiot.
I was always told, never write your passwords down, someone could steal them. I'm sure little bean would find them quite tasty but I sincerely doubt anyone is going to come looking for my scribbled passwords on my pathetic excuse for a desk (aka, piles of papers that I move from one side to the other and clear an itty bitty living space for my computer from time to time). So...I attempted to write them down. I lost the first attempt, so I wrote another. Then I lost that one to, so there are multiple copies of these lovely passwords just kicking around, but don't worry - by now, I've had to reset each and every one because I can't remember what they are.
Why don't I make them all the same you ask? Well, that is a wonderful question. Lets face it, every single company looking for you to make a password has a different set of rules. This one won't take any characters, that one is case sensitive and that one is not, this one wants you to have capitals, numbers, letters, and characters but only the characters %$~@& and nothing else. That to me looks like a disguised cuss word and you can bet your bottom dollar that is EXACTLY what I am doing when I go to log into your stupid account and can't remember my ridiculous password and need to spend an extra 15 minutes figuring it out! UGH!!!!
I blame who for this? The hackers? They are freakin' geniuses! I imagine them sitting in some dark basement surrounded by crazy amounts of machinery that could probably stop another country in its tracks, but they are using it to hack my measly bank account for the five bucks sitting in there. Awesome. Good for you. I hope your day is complete because you read my emails from my idiot ex-boyfriend who thinks that I should be driven off a cliff and you are five dollars richer then when your day began. Of course, I imagine hackers stumble upon some amazing material...to vast for my imagination to drum up, but it must be fulfilling. Do these people even need real jobs??? I doubt it!!! Genius.
Do I blame the companies who are trying to protect me from the hackers? Can't really do that now can I? They are trying to make it so my five bucks remains in place and I don't have to share the idiocy of the man I used to date and rarely lay claim to (although...he is little beans dad, so maybe one day I'll have to own up. That's an entirely new blog). They are trying to make my life better.
