Passwords? We don't need no stinking passwords!

Well, actually, we do.

Web pages sort of insist on that sort of thing if you feel like you maybe want to sign in and do something with them.

Sadly, I can't seem to remember mine for the life of me. I have clearly become too reliant on the remember me cookie things that make me lazy and forgetful.

Then there is the fun of starting a new job!

This is relevant. I swear.

I just started a new part time job. Yay! After almost a full year of being unemployed, I'm beyond happy to be working again. Not working sucks. Unless you are independently wealthy, someone else is paying all the bills, or you are a highly successful published author who doesn't have to do anything but write, or you run your own business (but that's work, after all, and shouldn't really fall under that category).

Technically, I have started several part time jobs. The fun number crunchity one (mmm crunchy numbers!), the one where I get to write about video games and it actually gets published in a real honest to goodness printed magazine (squeee!), and the totally beyond awesome one where I manage the blog (and various other odd things that I'm trying to ramp into) for a small publishing company.

To bring this back to the point, two of these part time jobs require passwords. I'm seriously thinking of taking P's advice and using the password rememberizing site cause otherwise, my poor no longer remembery brain isn't going to be able to pull off all this password juggling.

See? I told you there was a point.

Which makes it all the more embarrassing that I couldn't remember my password for this site and had to use the recovery link. Again.

Yeah, I'm a special, special, lady!

Also, I need a universal implant in my brain that automagically spell checks everything for me... While I'm waiting for that to happen, dictionary.com is my friend.