Fear of forgetting user I.D’s and passwords… Oh, that’s a touchy one! I’m sure many of you share the same dread. I have touched one of the greatest sore spots of the 21st century. Why do we have to have User I.D.s and passwords anyway? Because of the few raunchy and corrupt dudes who have nothing better to do than while away their time looking for mischief. They aren’t satisfied with the piece of pie they have and won’t be content until they can have a taste of every other piece that exists…in the world. We’re not just talkin’ Ordinarytown U.S.A. They have to try a piece of every new flavor of pie that comes out from every city, state, and nation of the world from now until the end. There is nothing more despicable, beggarly and contemptible than they are.
To protect ourselves from these sleazy, loathsome types, we all have to suffer. We have to strain our brains and memorize by making physical notes on note paper, putting stick-‘ems all over with the password/ID info, even enter small notes in our cell phones if we want to have access to our computers that day. If we forget the password, we’re immobile. We can’t function. We can barely breathe or respire.
I get frustrated at 1st having to create a User ID, and if that’s not enough, like if you knock on the door of your neighbor [who knows you] and he asks: “Who’s there?” You say: [your name] “It’s me!” Then even though he recognizes your voice and knows you and hears you right outside his front door he further says, “Can you show me your driver’s license?” C’mon, give me a break! A password?
Have you ever had a spat with your spouse or a disagreement with your boss? It’s hard to say “I’m sorry” sometimes. To show my sincerity with the wife I will get down on my knees and ask for her forgiveness. It worked with her and she forgave me. So I tried the same thing in the office. It was so humiliating to be on my knees in front of my computer. I was begging, pleading, and it wouldn’t listen. No matter what I did, the insults, defaming his family, the threats of physical, mental and emotional abuse, nothing had an effect on him. His mouth was shut! I might as well have been talking to a machine.
Just at that point the boss who has all the details on his lower downs walks by, and with a dumb and embarrassed look I asked him to help me out. He realized what happened and retrieved the security information from the archives. When he brought the password back, all the giggling, laughing and the ridiculing had reached its limit. He turned around to all the others in the office and without mincing words said simply, “Shut Up! Chris already feels bad enough. Just wait until it happens to you!” That was enough. Immediate silence!
I thought I would extend out my right hand and grab my bosses’, and then with a look of utter gratefulness and sublime joy on my face, administer a hearty handshake thanking him for saving my life, but then decided not to appear to be over-exuberant so as not embarrass myself or worse him (he might not want to help me out again with a similar dilemma), so just softly whispered, “Thanks bud” (we were pretty good friends), and patted him on the back.
Speaking of ‘backs’ I’ve been able to reciprocate and help him ‘back’. So now we scratch each others ‘backs’ (you might say). He is a horrible speller, but is responsible for writing, printing out, and posting the weekly bulletin at work. Just as I avoided embarrassing him, he has asked me to further help him not be embarrassed by having me ‘spell-check’ and review his weekly bulletin. I am a dunce with computers, he a dunce with English. So, as I said, we scratch each other’s backs. But in actuality, he does me a double dose. I haven’t told him about the problem I had with eczema as a youngster, and the back-scratching he does to me is especially wonderful and soothing.
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