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Just the Tip

When I exited my car, there was nothing unusual about the night. It was around nine o’clock, and my intentions were to spend the remainder of the evening watching television with The Boyfren, while sipping beer and laughing profusely (because Rick & Morty).

It was the perfect plan for a Monday.

As I stood up from the driver’s seat, I glanced into the neighbor’s driveway. What sat there, curiously peering at me, was a fuzzy brown and white cat. It made me smile.  I had seen this cat before and knew that was a sweet one.  I quickly made plans in my head to pet this kitty before heading into the house.

While devising my strategy for approaching the feline without scaring it away, and watching the cat to make sure I knew where it went if it moved, I absentmindedly swung my car door shut…RIGHT ONTO MY PINKY FINGER!! I’m not talking a “shut and bounce back due to finger being in the way” sort of swing, either!  That fucker LATCHED on me!!!

My initial reaction was shock! As quickly as it happened, I reached over with my other hand and opened the door, freeing my now-bleeding pinky finger.  Luckily, I had smashed just the tip.  (Zing!)

At this point, I was thinking to myself that the cute cat could go fuck itself! It was probably laughing inside with the most adorably evil kitty laugh.

Now my goals for the next hour changed from petting cats and laughing at television to the following:

  1. Do not klutzily hit finger on any object while rushing into the restroom.
  2. Assess the wound.
  3. Do not faint.
  4. Clean the wound.
  5. Continue NOT fainting.
  6. Bandage the wound.
  7. Seriously follow through on the not-fainting goal.
  8. Make Boyfren bring ice pack and pain-numbing shots of liquor to me for the rest of the night.
  9. Do not faint.

I know it can be difficult to achieve all of one’s goals in a night, but I can say I succeeded this time.

Now, three days later, I have a black and purple fingernail, and a pinky that is truly pissed at me for typing this up…because it hurts.

New life goals to add to already existing ones:

  1. Stop breaking fingers.
  2. Do not be distracted by cats when car doors are open.
  3. Do not faint.

Password Changes

If you’ve worked at an office or on any sort of computer for your job, you’ve probably seen the annoying “It’s Time to Change Your Password”  message that pops up from time to time.  The first time this message comes up, it normally gives you around 14 days in which you can decide on a new password.  This is a good thing.  Personally, I need that mental preparation for such a big change.  After typing the same thing in, day after day, for months and months…to make me change it seems almost cruel. 

But, at least there is that cushion……..unless……..


They should have a second option after hitting “yes” that reads, “Are you sure?  That wasn’t an accidental finger tap, right?”

Then maybe even add a third pop-up message that says, “You’re seriously ready to do this?? I hope your finger isn’t spasming!”

But no…there are no second or third chances.  THERE’S ONE….ONE chance to make that mistake!

So you undergo that moment of dread, anger, and ultimately PANIC!!!!!  Because no one wants to be the person who changes their password and then forgets it the next day, resulting in a call to the IT department, and cementing the fact that in those peoples’ minds, you must be an idiot!!  NO ONE WANTS THAT!

In the past, this has happened to me, and in my crazy, angry state, I changed my password to:


…..and after a few minutes, and a few deep breaths….I realized that I was going to be stuck typing in my anger for months.  Not only that, but I would probably forget which symbols I used to sub in for the different letters!! 


So then, I wrote my password down, and I hid it under my keyboard, just HOPING that no one would happen to find it and think I was a psychopath.  I also crossed my fingers in hopes that IT would never need to ask for my password for any reason, because if I told them what it was, they would assume I was cussing them out, and again, I’d just look like a crazy.  I COULD claim to have Tourette Syndrome…then MAYBE all would be forgiven.  (Yes, this crossed my mind.)

By the way, this happened several years ago, so no….my current password is not an angry one…..maybe not.

Have a happy Tuesday…and don’t let your pinky slip onto that ‘enter’ button too hastily!