Warning Notebook filled essential passwords by their computer scraps of paper stuffed in, held closed with a band scrawled sideways in pencil I’ve watched while they search I know it’s here somewhere muttering damn computers
Such a smart move! I wish more people would do this!
My passwords are all in a password-protected Microsoft Excel file in alphabetical order. The password is not my birthday, not my street address. A bona fide, impossible to unscramble but easy-for-me-to-remember long password. It lives in the cloud, where I can access it if our home burns down. (I live in fire country, Northern California. It's going to be a freak 90 degrees today. I pray for no wind.)
Originally this poem was a rant, and twice as long, so I didn't post it.
People ask me for help on their computers, and then when I'm sitting with them at their desk, the problem starts with their passwords. It wastes my time and theirs!!
My passwords are all in a password-protected Microsoft Excel file in alphabetical order. The password is not my birthday, not my street address. A bona fide, impossible to unscramble but easy-for-me-to-remember long password. It lives in the cloud, where I can access it if our home burns down. (I live in fire country, Northern California. It's going to be a freak 90 degrees today. I pray for no wind.)
I have little scraps of paper, too, but NONE of them has passwords on them. Those are in a password-protected Microsoft Excel file in alphabetical order.
Originally this poem was a rant, but I cut half of it.
Cutting the rant was a very good choice, Didi—the poem feels much lighter and sweeter now. Only you can keep even a password file in such perfect alphabetical order!
I had to resort to a password manager!
Such a smart move! I wish more people would do this!
My passwords are all in a password-protected Microsoft Excel file in alphabetical order. The password is not my birthday, not my street address. A bona fide, impossible to unscramble but easy-for-me-to-remember long password. It lives in the cloud, where I can access it if our home burns down. (I live in fire country, Northern California. It's going to be a freak 90 degrees today. I pray for no wind.)
I was going to do that, but feared it required a password LOL
Oh we must be soul mates. I thought I was the last of my/our kind. Thsnk you for this.
Originally this poem was a rant, and twice as long, so I didn't post it.
People ask me for help on their computers, and then when I'm sitting with them at their desk, the problem starts with their passwords. It wastes my time and theirs!!
My passwords are all in a password-protected Microsoft Excel file in alphabetical order. The password is not my birthday, not my street address. A bona fide, impossible to unscramble but easy-for-me-to-remember long password. It lives in the cloud, where I can access it if our home burns down. (I live in fire country, Northern California. It's going to be a freak 90 degrees today. I pray for no wind.)
I'm so happy I have a soul mate!
LOL I hear so much of this!
We all have those little scraps of paper keeping our whole lives from falling apart, Didi. This made me smile.
— Choti Bhai
I'm glad it made you smile!
I have little scraps of paper, too, but NONE of them has passwords on them. Those are in a password-protected Microsoft Excel file in alphabetical order.
Originally this poem was a rant, but I cut half of it.
Cutting the rant was a very good choice, Didi—the poem feels much lighter and sweeter now. Only you can keep even a password file in such perfect alphabetical order!
You select all the columns and just tell Excel to alphabetize the column of your choice. Done in under 1 minute. Easy!
Ah, so Excel does all the heavy cleaning by itself! Still, keeping things so organized is a beautiful habit, Didi.
— Choti Bhai