Each Friday, at least for the foreseeable future, I will be sharing a blog post from the past. These will be posts from other places that I have retained the rights once again, or from this blog. I hope you enjoy these entries. I know they are ones that have made me smile.
This post originally was posted April 5, 2013.
Recently, my son came home after hanging out with his public school friends. He had a story for me about how crazy things were getting over at the school. Apparently, they passed a new policy that parents can no longer phone in an absence for their children, and all absences or tardies have to have a hand written note from the parent to be considered valid. The reasoning behind this was because a child could have a gun pointed at the parent’s head and force them to call in. I guess that wouldn’t be possible with a written note. And a child would never forge their parent’s signature or anything. I mean, that would be crazy.
This conversation led us to discuss how we are thankful to homeschool. We don’t have to have all of these crazy security policies. At home we can be free and just you know…learn. But then I tried to log into my online banking account and all heck broke loose. Those jerks wanted me to change my password.
Now I realize that they force me to do this every so often for my protection. But honestly, I am sick and tired of others deciding what is and isn’t good for me. And they never make it easy. No. That would be bearable. They secretly want this to inflict as much pain as possible. Well, it’s not so much of a secret now. I’ve told you their nefarious plan and purpose. Here is how it went down…
“Please change your password.”
Grimacing, I enter in an old favorite that I am sure I can remember. It was nice and complex, but one that somehow made sense to me.
“We are sorry. This password matches one that you have used within the last 8 times. Please choose another.”
Glaring, I felt my fingers enter thisbanksucksrocks
“We are sorry. Your passwords must contain a special character, an upper case letter, a lowercase letter and two numbers.”
“We are sorry. Your password must not contain any numbers or letters that are successive in order.”
“We are sorry. Your password must not contain any threats.”
Seriously? Who programmed this thing?
With a sigh, I typed in a new complex password I am sure to never remember, except I made note of it in a document I keep for all passwords from Hades. Yeah, that’s real secure. But I have no choice. They have forced me into this. All those special rules in the name of security have caused an overload in the software of my brain. In short, I now glitch. My central processor has overheated and is in a meltdown. But never fear. I have time to recover as I have a few short weeks until I will once again have to change my password. You know…right about the time I am able to remember it.
With a sigh, I found myself cancelling the rest of our school day. It was time for some simplicity in our home. With a smile, we settled in to watch a few episodes of days gone by. Little House on the Prairie sounds pretty good to me. Nice and simple, and no security chaos anywhere to be found.