Passwords, user names and a bunny named Hassenpfeffer

passwordsConfession: I cannot remember rows of obscure letters and numbers.

Can’t do it.

I can’t even remember my own phone number unless I dial the “imaginary” telephone, first. This creates a problem when I’m trying to remember passcodes. And the broadcast news network I work for has set up one doozy of a system to get through in order to access your own personnel file. Cracking the code is like trying to dig your way into Fort Knox with a spoon. A plastic one. Continue reading