They’re tricky. But I’ve come up with a system to remember them. I usually use 6 to 7 numbers followed by one or two letters that are easy for me to remember. For more important passwords (such as my e-mail password, my computer passwords etc.) consists of letters and numbers mixed in a pattern with occasional capital letters. For every new site I join I become more and more lazy and use the same password numbers and just change the letters or vice versa.
Then come wordpress. Somehow I had clicked in “remember me” so I just had to open wordpress, and I’d have access to my wp site. Then someone (I suspect my dear fiance) logged me out.
And I couldn’t remember the password. I knew it was some simple combination of all my previous passwords, but which combination?? I tried the numbers, I tried the letters, I even tried an old password I used while in college, to no avail. I couldn’t access my page.
Luckily they have that wonderful “Forgot you password?” button. After a little brainstorming I came up with a new password. Consisting of nearly 20 letters and numbers. So next time I get logged out and have to log in again, I’ll be fucked. (I can pretend the forgotten password is the reason I haven’t been blogging in a while, but truth be told it’s not the truth.)
Warning: Now follows a very long and potentially boring description of my days at work.
I have been working full-time this last week. Even though I’m only part-time employed. I have spent more hours at work than I actually want to, and it’s really getting on my nerves. So much that yesterday I promptly sat down on a trolley when we had no customers and watched the self checkouts from my new position.
I’m normally seen wagging back and forth when there’s no customers, so when my manager discovered me sitting down he became worried and wondered if I was okay. I told him I was ok, just tired of standing. In five minutes he had gotten someone to cover for me and sent me on a 20 minutes break. The security guard that usually keeps me company in the self checkout looked so surprised I almost laughed.
“That’s very nice of him! That’s uncommonly nice of him.” The security guard commented as we saw my manager hustle away to find someone to replace me. I don’t know if he’s trying to make up for being harsh to me. Because last Sunday I made a mistake (Well, the computer started the mistake, and I couldn’t do anything else but continue it) I explained it to my manager two times. He even has a bunch of papers explaining what happened and why the papers are showing a lot of money missing, even tough there is no real money missing at all. And on this day, when I had just started and was talking to my colleague about my holidays, he jumped on me and asked if I had sorted out the missing money yet.
I stared at him and said there’s no money missing, but I will doublecheck the till in question next Sunday. His reply was that he wanted it done now! today! tonight! as soon as possible! I looked at my colleague and she just shrugged and rolled her eyes. Thing is I overslept the day I was supposed to check the till. I could have done it in the half hour I had on me before the store opened, but someone had forgotten to take the operator tills out. Which meant that I had to take them out, and didn’t have time to check the till at all. Later the same day I waited 40 minutes for the dutymanager. I called him thrice. The third time he didn’t pick up so I called my manager who went to find him. And even later that day my manager asks me if I have done “the thing I asked you to do.” and I said no, but I’ll do it just as soon as I’m done with this, and then he comments that I’m awfully late today. Well, let’s see, first I come to work half an hour later than I’m supposed to. It took me 15 minutes to locate the dutymanager and the key to let me into cash office (yep, I work in a small cell with no windows and stinky aircon. Life sucks.) Then I discover the tills are not out, and have to take them out. By the time I’m done to even consider checking the till, the store is about to open, so I can’t. Next I wait 40 minutes for duty manager. That totals to almost one hour thirty minutes. Add to that the half hour lunch I usually don’t take (because I want to get home early) we’re talking about two hours. So yes, I was running awfully late that day.
Anyways. I’m looking for new jobs and have decided to start a business of my own. I can’t stand working under people who don’t really know what they’re doing. I love books, everything about them. And I’m working in an area that is as far from books as you possibly can come (building industry – yay! -.- ) It’s an interesting industry, I admit, but I want to be the one painting the walls, not the one selling the paint! Or I want to sell books. So, that’s what my business is going to be about. Selling books. Preferably my own (did I mention I’m an author?)
Now I’m going to go through all the tabs I have opened (heaven bless the people who created the tab-browser – more on that topic later) and then I’m going to finish watching Sanctum (I suffer from claustrophobia, (yeah, I work in a claustrophobic environment, but I have two phones and a security camera, and I complained about the door that sometimes goes in lock with the loose handle (good setup for a scary movie) so they fixed it, and I like to torment myself with scary movies, especially before bed, just to see if I can get nightmares – more on that topic also later 🙂 )