Breaking a posting rule… Again
I was in meetings with my TWO (count ’em) colleagues today. The ones who speak my “language” and I am not talking about native speaking languages. I’m talking about WORK languages. Like developer vs. designer.
This is dicey to write about but at one point my newly acquired colleagues and I were talking about password change functionality throughout the years. MANY years ago, our system sent a gibberish type password to a person trying to change theirs. You’ve probably experienced that kind of thing on many web sites. I certainly have. That got changed MANY years ago for various reasons and I won’t tell you what the process is now. Actually I’m not even sure I know what it is. I won’t tell you all the reasons either (I can’t even remember them) but one is that users were receiving temporary passwords with “bad words” in them. As in foul language. I’m remembering a beloved former colleague complaining about this to no end.
Lewie Lewii was religious (Jehovah’s Witness, which he NEVER brought to work). A very sweet man and a car aficionado. When I bought the Ninja (Honda Civic SI with a 6-speed manual tranny), he sidled up to me one day and said, “Can I ask you a personal question?” Well, uh, okay? “Is that Civic your car?” Yes. Yes it was. He seemed a little surprised that a baggy old 50-something kayak woman might be driving something like that. With performance taaaars no less.
The pic is of some temporary co-workers at Cubelandia a long time ago. This seems to be a Valentine partay. Broooosie provided Sparty and Wolverine. I brought Green Guy and Frooooggy to work. I was struggling to remember what all the party stuff in my cube was about. The party certainly didn’t happen in my cube. Looking at the date of the pic, I realize the streamers were leftover from what my boss and colleagues greeted with me when I returned to work after The Commander died. They did remove the ladder.
Brooosie is an interesting character in his own right but he is not the person who complained about the foul language in the temporary passwords. I’m pretty sure he didn’t even know about that.
April 2nd, 2025 at 1:09 am
There are times when I miss the work lunches (lots of laughter) and birthday get togethers after school. I enjoyed standing at my door and chatting with students and colleagues. It was a lot of peopling and I doubt that I could do it as well now.
April 2nd, 2025 at 9:54 am
When I was a network administrator, I was updating software on someone’s computer. I had to reboot several times during the process, so I asked them if they would mind sharing their password, so I wouldn’t have to keep bugging them. They got an embarrassed look, and said, “Um, well, I was kind of mad the last time we had to change passwords.” Their password included a four-letter word, that rhymes with truck. I was laughing to myself that they thought I would be offended by that!