Yesterday was a strange day. Work was blissfully uneventful. I came home, rode the bike for a little over twenty minutes, and got something to eat. While eating, I took care of some administrative items. By the time I had finished, I could barely keep my eyes open. It was three hours before my normal bedtime, but I laid down anyway. Ten hours later, I still didn’t want to get up. I’m still recovering from a week old hacking cough. I hope I’m not catching something else, too.
Hair color changes everything. There’s this girl at work. She’s cute. Thick in the torso like I like, tight little ass that could be bigger but is fine as is, average face, bottle auburn hair. At least that’s how she used to look. Yesterday she came in with blonde hair. I barely recognized her. As a blonde, she looks tired and worn. Almost old, despite being maybe half my age.
They hired this new kid as a machine operator recently. Cross eyed, seems as though his head was used as a basketball regularly as a baby. He’s nice, though. Conscientious worker. I despise him. He chases every pair of tits in the plant. A few minutes ago, I saw the little fucker talking to one of the girls that I asked out last year.
Hearing loss sucks. I’m to the point where I struggle to understand words over the phone if either end is wireless, and in person if there is much background noise. It’s embarrassing and frustrating. I’ve mostly lost touch with my best friend from when I lived in Virginia, simply because I can’t have a normal conversation with him unless we happen to cross paths. Many businesses require telephone communication, particularly to resolve problems. I spent probably twenty minutes on the phone with one of my credit card companies the other day, during which time I know I asked the poor lady to repeat herself a hundred times. Eventually, I gave up and terminated the call. A conversation on the factory floor? Forget it. This morning somebody stopped by my plater to pick up some paperwork. They initiated what seemed to be small talk. After the third “huh?”, I just gave a half smile and an occasional nod until they left. I have no idea what the fuck I nodded about. Somebody might’ve died for all I know.
Overnight, the planet must have reversed direction. My Parker Vector is writing more smoothly than my Pilot 78G this morning. But the Sonnet dried out enough since yesterday afternoon that it skipped until I wiped off the nib. That’s disappointing, but not a surprise.
I think winter has finally arrived in my neck of the woods. Snow fell out of the sky on Sunday, and this morning at 0700 local the mercury indicated 16 degrees Fahrenheit. I’d gladly trade for 16 Celsius.
I ran into a new password requirement the other day. “No dictionary words.” That was, or course, in addition to the usual minimum length of ten characters, at least one capital letter, at least one lower case letter, at least one number and at least one symbol. How the fuck is one supposed to accomplish that without doing something like alternating letters and numbers, or not using any vowels? One of my LUKS encrypted hard drives has a passphrase that is forty-four characters in length. It fails their criteria on two counts. Even after telling the exact length, I’ll still give an ounce of gold to anyone who can crack it in less than five years. Fucking idiots. Especially when the password reset feature only requires knowing the answers to three questions chosen during account setup. Let the user choose their password and suffer any consequences if what they choose is too easy to guess and they get hacked.
Okay, I think I’m done for today.