I’ve decided this new age of passwords only brings out the absolute worst in me.
If you are wondering why I’ve been a little silent on social media and that there’s been a bit of an absence on the blogging scene it’s for due reason.
A few days ago my laptop stopped behaving. All that was happening was spinning wheels and so I decided to shut it down and restart it – only it wouldn’t restart.
After an hour of screaming at it with no response (typical), I took it to the Mac shop up the road. They advised it would need a few days in ICU and if I liked, I could pay an urgent fee to get it back sooner. ‘No’, I replied, ‘I’m not in the mood to pay any extra.’
So I walked home hoping they would give my fairly new laptop some urgent attention and meanwhile asked Carl whose name is actually Drew, (and while I’m all worked up I just thought I should come clean on that point – it’s just when I started blogging he didn’t want to be a part of it so I had to give him an alias.)
Fast forward some 700 posts later and he’s quite happy to be Mr Hotly Spiced. He’d like to come out of the closet so his name is Drew Hotly Spiced.
Moving right along, Drew said he would come to the rescue and all would be solved because he would generously lend me his iPad.
His dodgy ipad.
His iPad has major issues and should be booked into the hospital along with the laptop. It keeps freezing and so to get back to that point of pre-freeze means not only delays but also losses of all that two-finger typing I just did.
The other issue is that the iPad isn’t set up for me. It’s Drew’s Facebook, Drew’s Pinterest, Drew’s email and Drew’s twitter. So I’ve had to try and log in to my accounts from his faulty iPad. Herein lies the need for a Valium sandwich.
I tried to log in to my email but it came up saying ‘password incorrect’ which I disagreed with because I write all my passwords into my ‘notes’ on my iPhone and so there should be no dispute.
I went through three different passwords and all were declined. I was furious. All I wanted was access to my emails. I tried again. I tried one more stored up password. The ‘machine’ got back to me saying, ‘You have tried that password before.’
So I tried another one but the retort was that I’d used that password in the past and pre-used passwords could not be accepted.
I wasn’t happy and had wasted over 40 minutes. So after the 5th ridulous rejection and another request for a creative password I tried ‘fuckyou’. I thought I’d have a good chance of remembering this password.
The machine replied, ‘Your password needs at least 8 characters.’ It’s like they’re trying to incite violence.
I replied, ‘fuckyousall’. But then my Valium sandwich kicked in and I realised that wasn’t really appropriate especially if I ever needed my children to log in on my behalf.
So my drugs came up with something appropriately more mellow and I finally had access to my emails.
But then I called the Mac store to enquire as to when I might be able to collect my laptop. It didn’t go well. The first day nothing happened because they closed the store for in-house training. The next day there was a message on their answering machine saying they were under-staffed and so please don’t stay on the line if you’re are just enquiring about the status of your repair.
So little progress has been made and I have no images or recipes to share with this post except for the fact that today I moved forward with my Christmas baking and made a cake – at least that went well.
I hope to be back to you all with my lap top soon.