I forgot my the password for my work email address today.  I hadn’t needed to use it in about two weeks because if I log it off it takes upwards of 20 minutes to get into, and since we’re not supposed to write passwords down I was out of luck.

I called the 800 number for a reset, clicked the option for email password resets, spoke to a guy who informed me of a different 800 number that I should call to have the password reset and told me I needed my top secret tech pin number too.

In all seriousness, Social Security Numbers are less secretive than this secret tech pin number. 

I had completely forgotten about that tech pin number, and sadly, despite having a ton of internal numbers that could prove who I am, nothing is able to get done without that secret tech pin number.  I racked my brain trying to figure it out, and then ten minutes later I finally remembered it. 

I called this second 800 number, followed the automation through the valley of 3, 2, 3, 2, 3 until I finally was at the option to change the password.  I found it would have been easier to just have had that first guy from the first 800 number be able to reset the password for me…but that’s just me…and then again… perhaps the first guy gets paid only by the minutes he is talking on the phone and is the reason why he rushed me off the phone? 

Anyway, the computer on this second 800 number spelled the new password out slowly.  I’m talking really slow. 

Uppercase P…as in Peter…

3…

8…

lowercase C as in Charles…

It kept on spitting out all of the numbers and letters until it came to the last letter.

NM….as in…nmoonist…

WTF!!?? 

It then proceeded to spit the entire combination out again without saying that it was repeating the combo, so I ended up writing the combo down two and a half times. 

I was left with the last character of my password being either an N or M for a word that I had never before in my life heard before.

I then logged into Outlook and was prompted to change my password.  Nothing took.  It wouldn’t let me update my Outlook password within the portion of Outlook that requests for a new password.

I then remembered about the new-ish internal website that exists to update Outlook passwords – the one that isn’t mentioned in the update password prompt or on either 800 number.

Long story longer…what used to take five minutes max to do when we used to have a person do the resets for us, now takes 45 minutes from start to finish in order to get done.  In a company of losing billions of dollars a quarter and firing most everyone who has been around 15 or more years is the norm, this shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.

Here’s what I looked like at work when I was going delirious on the Friday afternoon before the long Memorial Day Weekend….

And for whatever reason, it is another in a string of fat faced photos that I’ve been taking of late.  It started in December when my commercial drivers license photo made me appear as though I looked to be at least 250lbs and for whatever reason I just haven’t been able to shake it.   

There are some days that I wake up not wanting to go to work and need to fantasize about something absurd in order to get me motivated through the day. 

Today is definitely one of those days, and as of right now I’ll be fantasizing about me naked in a giant bowl of fresh, delicious guacamole. 

Yes indeed, a big, giant bowl of guacamole and me doing flips, handstands, and swimming around in it.  Oh man that would be an awesome day.

I’ve been on a certain dating website for a couple of months now.  From what I’ve seen it’s mostly full of gals that I wouldn’t be into, but I continue to look at the profiles none the less in an attempt to perhaps maybe stumble across a good one. 

Every now and again I’ll see someone that I know in real life on there and try my best not to read their profiles.  I’d personally rather continue to see them how I see them than through their personality profile of weird – seriously sometime REALLY weird. 

Then the weirdest of the weird profiles popped up on this site.  I didn’t even know her really, but I knew of her.  She’s a certain former cast member from the Real World who was known to throw amazingly hysterical (yet funny to the viewer) tantrums on the show – and she now has gigantic boob implants!  

Her dream is basically to live in a heaven that has a never ending and constant open bar (I’m paraphrasing). 

So yeah, if you want a gal who will most likely get wasted on your first date, while dancing at a bar when nobody else is dancing, I bet she’s the looker that you’re looking for.

I had to wear my asshole blockers Sunday night to try and fall back asleep at 1:20AM.

My next door neighbors appear to be under the impression that after their one year old baby has been crying for 20 minutes the best way to calm the baby down is to yell and curse at the top of their lungs at one another for five minutes about who should get up for the baby before one of them loses the battle and brings the crying baby into the bathroom which only makes the baby cries echo even louder. 

Something tells me that Baby Domenic is going to grow up to be a monster.