Tuesday had more than the usual number of things at work. “Single-sign on” is a myth; there are at least two LDAP/AD/whatever databases, and while most things use one of them, the helldesk system uses another one. This means that the password I normally use for work systems is completely out of sync with the password I need to get into the helldesk. Syncing these password systems is apparently beyond the capabilities of the people who are in charge of this stuff. So, I have one username, and two passwords, depending on which systems I’m trying to make use of. This sort of thing makes the Security Nazis have a damn cow, because it inevitably leads to people writing down their passwords on pieces of paper and leaving those papers in convenient places.

Trivia: Patty and Spencer are getting married in June. In Maine. There’s no way I can go—I don’t have enough vacation time to take an entire week off to go do the long itinerary that everyone else has planned out. Mostly because I’m already taking a whole week off in June to go visit family in Michigan. Sigh. Our team name was “We’re too classy for penis jokes”, which probably irritated the quizmaster. (It’s also totally untrue, which is part of the joke, but meta-jokes don’t go over well with many people.) And thanks to some hard questions, we weren’t doing very well at the half. Stephanie and I left then, because we were tired.