Passwords
Every once in a while, layoffs or firings come around. And IT has to go through and lock people out of their accounts and change passwords. It always seemed like a bad job to have. It’s a pain in the ass, and I’m sure in ways it’s just sad.
Well, the time has come for me to be the one to lock people out of their accounts. It is sad, sort of the end of an era. As I go through each account, each colleague, each friend, it’s like turning another page in the chapter, until there are no more pages in the chapter.
I guess as I close one chapter, I open a new one. The future is a little hazy.
One day it will be my turn to go, who will be the one to lock my account? “Last one out, turn off the lights.”