Passwords

I recently had to change my time sheet password at work. It's the first time that I've had to change the thing in the two years I've been working here. Every day I enter in my old beloved password, and I get the harsh reply of "Sorry, you have entered an invalid password. Please try again." Every day this happens, and every day I am overwhelmed with hatred as I have to enter my new and not so cool password.

I would go through the trouble of resetting the password to the good old password that I had, but that seems a bit petty. In the grand scheme of things, it is just a password. A gate keeper to the private world of time sheets. But then again, what is someone going to do if my password is cracked? That hack job of a time sheet system would take a while to figure out by yourself. And it's SOP to enter time worked for every day. AND my boss approves my time sheet every week, so if mischevious hacker got into my time sheet and entered incorrect data, it's not like he's going to figure that out. Bunch of dorks that made me change my password.

Since you need a password to get into every system, why don't they just standardize password strength rules. If some website has some funky rule like it has to include numbers and the numbers can't be at the end of the password and they can't be sequential (like Wal-Mart), I really don't like that website. It makes me want to drive to the server location and start a protest. Of course, I probably couldn't get much acheived with that because who would notice. Does any one else care about this besides me? Probably not. Of course, without passwords and codes we wouldn't have the following Seinfeld scene. Everything in life can be associated with a Seinfeld episode.

JERRY: Oh, come on, just tell me your code already. What is it?
GEORGE: I am not giving you my code.
KRAMER: I'll bet I can guess it.
GEORGE: Pssh. Yeah. Right.
KRAMER: Oh, alright. Yeah. Uh, let's see. Um, well, we can throw out birthdays immediately. That's too obvious. And no numbers for you, you're a word man. Alright, let's go deeper. Uh, what kind of man are you? Well, you're weak, spineless, a man of temptations, but what tempts you?
GEORGE: Huh?
KRAMER: You're a portly fellow, a bit long in the waistband. So what's your pleasure? Is it the salty snacks you crave? No no no no no, yours is a sweet tooth.
GEORGE: Get out of here.
KRAMER: Oh you may stray, but you'll always return to your dark master, the cocoa bean.
GEORGE: I'm leaving.
KRAMER: (building up steam as George bolts for the door) No, and only the purest syrup nectar can satisfy you!
GEORGE: I gotta go.
KRAMER: If you could you'd guzzle it by the gallon! Ovaltine! Hershey's!
GEORGE: Shut up!
KRAMER: Nestlé's Quik!
GEORGE: Shut up!