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All my little words
I had to change my password last week; the one I type several times in the course of the working day. I hate password changes, particularly when the system's intelligent enough to know when you're just swapping the order of the component parts of the passphrase. The thing is, when you've had the same password for a year or so, it starts to fall so neatly under your fingers that you can type it without even having to think about it. (You can even type it while drunk... possibly less of a good thing, when it gives you super-user privileges on the machine you use for work. I look forward to the first USB breathalyser.) Changing that is like changing your route to work, or your haircut; there's a glitch every time you follow the new routine, a moment when you have to switch from autopilot to manual, jolting you out of the daily daydream.

The advantage, though, is a chance to pick a new secret. I don't have many secrets; a combination of a philosophical tendency towards transparency and too much laziness to maintain lies means that I'm usually keen (sometimes too keen) to be as frank as the situation allows. But a password (usually more like a phrase than a word) is a chance to have a secret from everybody, and simultaneously a chance to write something anonymously on a wall (or rather to be identified as the writer while the wall and the writing remain unseen). To scrawl the same declaration of unrequited love in the margin of one's rough book every day, to etch the same lyrics on to one's pencil-case, without ever running out of space or biro ink.

In the early days of a new password it feels as though everybody in the room must be able to see what I'm typing, as though I'm going to be caught with the spray-can in my hand. It's a blush spreading across the wall of my face, brick-red. After a while it becomes a worry-stone smoothed by the fretting of my fingers and the sweating of my palm; a token, a talisman. It's a key, turning in my fingers, opening up, letting me in.
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hatmandu From: hatmandu Date: November 8th, 2007 08:29 am (UTC) (Link)
From: scat0324 Date: November 8th, 2007 09:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Ahh, the annual routine of changing ones password 5 times in a day (the last change being back to what it was originally).

The only staff members I know who don't do this are those who store their password in plain text in their e-mail client.
crazyscot From: crazyscot Date: November 8th, 2007 10:28 am (UTC) (Link)
A colleague at my last job was so annoyed with the password change policy that he cobbled together a little command-line prog which asked for your current password, then in a tight loop set it to foo.1, foo.2, ..., foo.10 and then back to foo. Later versions were more sophisticated and inserted a delay as he came to suspect the server had begun to notice and disallow changes made faster than a human could type...

Edited at 2007-11-08 10:29 am (UTC)
thegreenman From: thegreenman Date: November 8th, 2007 10:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Hopefully he doesn't work for any of the banks I use...
j4 From: j4 Date: November 8th, 2007 12:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ah. I don't do either of those things. I just pick another password and remember it. Is that weird? 8-)
From: scat0324 Date: November 8th, 2007 12:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's very compliant of you!
angoel From: angoel Date: November 8th, 2007 06:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
There was an article somewhere on-line in which the authors had, through some means or other, picked up details of passwords people used. Apparently they were surprised by the way quite unexpected people had a password of 'slave' or the like.

[Trying to refind it is proving somewhat difficulty, because the master / slave terms for hard disk use dominate my searches]

Edited at 2007-11-08 06:22 pm (UTC)
_swallow From: _swallow Date: November 10th, 2007 07:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm really enjoying these entries.
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