Bizarre Amnesia

At work, one of the passwords is a combination of eight random letters, both upper and lower case ( for example AbCDefGH ) – although it’s not that, obviously.

Within a week of coming here, I found I could remember the combination easily, without need to refer to anything, and that’s how things have progressed for the last five months.

Yesterday, I had to write an ‘idiots guide’ to the procedure that involves that password, and for some bizarre reason, I wrote down the wrong one. I’d mis-remembered it in a non-normal context.

But then could I recall the right one, even when it was back in the context of the procedure? Could I buggery.

For the first time in five months, I had to refer back to the original documentation (and find it, first) – all because I’d had to write it somewhere else. It utterly fuddled my brain. Most bizarre.

Oh, and today it’s back in my head just fine. Go figure.


Best Subject Line. Ever

I just got an email (a spam one, obviously) with this as the title

Inhaler Penguin

Now for some reason I just think that’s great.


Notification

In the course of my current work, I use laptops a lot. I suppose desktop machines may do this too, but I don’t know – the one I use at home doesn’t really have that problem.

Anyway – whenever I turn on the laptop (whether my own, or the one at work) in the office, it’ll flag up a little notifier in the bottom-right hand corner of the screen saying something about “Unable to detect any wireless networks”.

Now, fair enough, I don’t mind it telling me that it can’t find the network. What really annoys me though, is that – particularly in the case of the work laptop – I have wireless networking switched off at the hardware switch. It’s not operating. Full stop. There’s no wireless network in the office, so it’s pointless having the damn thing turned on.

But Windows is unable to detect that actually, there’s no active hardware for finding a wireless network – so there’s no flaming chance at all of discovering that network. But it still flags up the message, every bloody day. I know there’s no wireless networks found, because the bloody sodding wireless network card is turned off, you stupid, stupid machine.

Grrrrr.


Catching Up

Over the weekend, I had quite a strange experience.

Many moons ago (Many, many, many moons ago) I worked at a hotel in Rugby, Warwickshire. Every so often, I’ve thought about getting back in touch with the people who’d been there, or alternatively just going back for a revisit. (Yes, I’ve thought about revisiting other ex-workpaces as well, but haven’t previously mentioned this one)

Anyway, when I got to the hotel I was staying at on Saturday, I leafed through a magazine that was in the room about good food and drink in the area – and in there, the general manager of the Rugby hotel has a column. It turned out that he was working for another hotel in the area – well, about 40 minutes away from where I was.

So on the Sunday morning, I drove over, on the off-chance. I figured why not, I’m in the area, blah blah.

Anyway, it turned out that he’d left just before Christmas – but then his father, who had been the owner of the one in Rugby, walked in instead. He owned this place too, and so his son had been the general manager. But we caught up, and talked for about half an hour all told.

It was a really pleasant time, and was something I’m glad I did. But all the same, weirder than weird!


Green

You know how belly-button fluff is always that manky dark blue colour?

Is it just me that finds that the gunge that builds up on the back of the nose-piece bits on glasses is always green?


Weirdness

Last week, I got a call (yes, another one) from my ex-employer, the one I left back in September.

It’s quite amusing really, as they’ve obviously now realised who was doing the work on creating and maintaining the various websites and web applications they were talking about, planning, and in fact basing a large chunk of their business on. Why is it obvious?

Because they keep calling me for technical advice, and have now asked me to do another site for them.

So I’m in London this morning, meeting them, finding out what they want, what timescale they’re talking about, and just how much they’re prepared to pay…


Drink?

The other night, I went to make a drink before going to bed, and decided on a raspberry milkshake. (cue memories of Alberto Frog and his amazing animal orchestra. Or is that just me?) No idea why, but I actually like them just before bed. Weird, but true. Anyway, the conversation went something like this :

Me : I’m just going to make a drink [does so]
Herself : That’s not a drink, that’s a milkshake.
Me : Um. I’m going to drink it. It’s a drink.
Herself : No, that’s milk. Drinks are mainly made of water
Me : Ooookkkkkkkkkkk then.

So, who’s right?