I was having a pretty good, productive day.
Now I am pissed off beyond belief, thank you, ebay.
After they screwed up their security system, I reset my bloody pass-word yesterday. It was a really good secure pass-word - I put a lot of effort (like 1/2 an hour) to put together a memorable password with a decent mnemonic and all the required &ymbol numb3r UPPERCASE lowercase elements.
So, today, I log in... or rather I try to log in. Since they clearly hadn't fucking bothered to tell people that they broke their fucking security system - it came up with a fucking screen telling me to change my fucking pass-word and it wouldn't let me in until I changed my fucking password again and it just keep looping me through the same bloody fucking shit. So, yay, more of my fucking time wasted...
... and then I found that ebay had decided to change itself into some half-arced social network... yes, I really want to tell some stalker person how much I love buying [insert what applicable] and how much I want to tell you about what I use it for and where I live... and basically anything that might otherwise turn my life into spam hell...
If you can't tell, I am now in a very evil mood. Kill.
(swearing is not something I do at home, last time I got my wrist slapped. Yes, I am over 21)
Now I am pissed off beyond belief, thank you, ebay.
After they screwed up their security system, I reset my bloody pass-word yesterday. It was a really good secure pass-word - I put a lot of effort (like 1/2 an hour) to put together a memorable password with a decent mnemonic and all the required &ymbol numb3r UPPERCASE lowercase elements.
So, today, I log in... or rather I try to log in. Since they clearly hadn't fucking bothered to tell people that they broke their fucking security system - it came up with a fucking screen telling me to change my fucking pass-word and it wouldn't let me in until I changed my fucking password again and it just keep looping me through the same bloody fucking shit. So, yay, more of my fucking time wasted...
... and then I found that ebay had decided to change itself into some half-arced social network... yes, I really want to tell some stalker person how much I love buying [insert what applicable] and how much I want to tell you about what I use it for and where I live... and basically anything that might otherwise turn my life into spam hell...
If you can't tell, I am now in a very evil mood. Kill.
(swearing is not something I do at home, last time I got my wrist slapped. Yes, I am over 21)
