So what have I learnt since we last met? Well, let me see ...
- That after 6 weeks on school holiday I had managed to forget every log in password to every website/database/software programme that I needed to do my job. Those combinations of upper case - lower case - numbers - exclamation marks - dollar signs that tripped so easily from my fingertips in July refused to come to mind in September. Until I remembered that when I had been given my new academic planner at end of term, I had sensibly written them all down on a random page (top secret info you know, don't write it down, don't share it with anyone - don't tell anyone what I've done!)
- I've learnt how to use a franking machine. And whereas using a hand stamp to number and date every application form that comes in satisfies my inner librarian, the franking machine takes me back to happy days as a child playing with a toy post office, a plastic contraption which folded out to make a pretend counter, miniature envelopes and stamps ... (anyone else have one of them?) I'm sure the novelty will wear off long before the finance office have sorted out their back log of work and take the job back from the secretaries' office.
- I've learnt that six weeks at home, with no holiday in the middle of it, plus the start of the Great British Bake Off, results in many new cake recipes being tried which in turn results in all my work trousers having 'shrunk' since I last wore them.
I promise not tell that you wrote down ... what, I know nothing, I will say no more.
ReplyDeleteOh new "toys" for the job - enjoy your time back.
Smiling wryly in sympathy with your forgetting log-in passwords - when I returned to work after breaking my shoulder (but not having written them) down it necessitated a whole afternoon of calling people in head office and being called back to establish my identify before they could give me new ones! Blooming trousers - how dare they shrink when you're not watching ...
ReplyDeleteI'm jumping up and down at the idea of a franking machine. It's SUCH a librarian thing: I'd love a go.
ReplyDeleteI hate passwords. I hate buying things from sites which require passwords.
Have a good week, Grandma. :)
Ah, the password thingy ... what to do for best? Write them down, I say, but don't tell anyone! And shrunk trousers? There must be something in the air because my dresses and shorts feel tight across the old tum ...
ReplyDeleteI hate to admit this but I was secretly happy I wasn't the only one that forgets passwords and yes I know it's naughty but I'm writing a list of the out
ReplyDeleteDarned passwords! I had to take my girl's laptop into the shop to be fixed. Of course the first think they asked was what's the password. When I asked her, she just rolled her eyes and said, "I told you last time you took it in." I can barely remember my own let alone anyone else's! There definitely is something in the air. So much so I'm joining the gym next week.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back to work! And the password thing? I have a typed "cheat sheet" that is seven pages long. I hate it! I want all websites to have the thumbprint thing!
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