When I was younger I knew almost every phone number in my network of family and friends by heart, today I have a hard time remembering my own.
A few of my coworkers and I recently pondered the reason that none of us can remember phone numbers any more. We decided it’s a combination of things; between speed dial and contact lists, there is no need to remember them and back in the old days you could count on neighbors having the same area code and you didn’t actually have to dial it. Not to mention the fact that people had one phone number not two or three.
Now we click on a contact and dial a name not a number. In addition to friends and family, I have the doctor, dentist, day spa, my hairdresser, and the dog sitter in my contact list. If I receive an incoming call from a ‘number’ and not a ‘name’ I almost always decline or ignore it.
For the past month I’ve made an exception to the rule and there are now a few ‘numbers’ I recognize and answer. However, they are short-term relationships and I won’t be adding them to my contact list. My friends at the Geek Squad rank at the top of these incoming calls.
Like a school girl hoping to be asked to the dance, every day for the past month I hoped I would receive the call from Best Buy that my laptop was fixed and ready for pick up. The first call set the stage.
“It’s a software problem and we’re going to have to wipe everything out to restore it.” Ron politely informed me.
“Ok…thank goodness I backed everything up just before it crashed. This is covered under the protection plan I purchased, right?” I replied.
“No, I’m sorry ma’am, the plan you purchased only covers hardware failure, this is software and it will cost two hundred dollars.”
Not the news I wanted to hear, but at least it was less expensive than buying a new laptop.
After ordering two recovery disks, surviving three trips to the store, and multiple conversations confirming that “Yes, I understand that a full system recovery will wipe out all my data,” at long last I heard the words I’d been waiting for.
“Your laptop is ready.”
Thankfully the pick-up was uneventful; I experienced no ghostly encounters or patrons who felt the need to entertain me with tales of free vacations that resulted from a ‘slipping’ accident. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised to find that since the final solution was to replace the hard drive, and since that was a hardware problem, the repair cost me nothing.
I muddled my way through downloading software and updating accounts. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself until it came time to reload Microsoft Office; my confidence was shattered with one simple message – ‘the password you have entered is incorrect.’
I was thrown into a state of panic. What password did I use? Why hadn’t I added it to the spreadsheet of username password combinations? Why does every website in the world seem to have different requirements? And most of all why had I used my yahoo email account as my back up for receiving instructions to reset my password? I hadn’t signed onto it in months!
It’s no wonder I can’t remember my own phone number.
6 thoughts on “The Password you Entered is Incorrect…”
I tried to “like” your post but had to reset my password to do it. 🙂
LOL! too funny 🙂
You are right age has nothing to do with it
we can’t remember our own phone # and kids can no longer add or spell because they don’t have to. just what the “money” wants. continue…
i think you’re right…