My work is really doing me wrong with their new password rules. The old ones were bad enough. You couldn't have the same letter twice in a row, which meant I couldn't use my dog Abby's name because of the double 'B' in the middle.
OK, then. I used my childhood pet Fifi as the basis (it had to be exactly 8 characters and have some numbers or special characters or whatever). Life was good. Until they came up with the latest, which says you can't have repeating 2-character patterns, like abab or 1212. Or fifi.
So now what? My cats were named Quackenbush and Wickersham. Too many letters. I need some kind of easy-to-remember foundation in my password, so I have a chance of getting it right when I first get to work and haven't yet had a jolt of strong caffeinated tea.
So I searched through the old family tree until I found a name that will work (no, I'm not telling). But my fingers still pound out fifi every time I get back to the "you've been gone too long, so enter your password" screen. I'm at risk of violating the "Invalid Password" maximum limit.
I tell you, sometimes life has more challenge than I can handle.
Until I look at Terri Schiavo. Password Schmassword. It's not that important.
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