spokes in the wheel

i slept alright, but woke up enraged from a nightmare in which mr smear was at a birthday party and the other kids (along with the birthday kid's parents) uninvited him because he "wasn't a citizen".

but then that rage compounded as i opened my phone and saw an urgent message from one of our deployments that had been sent hours before, and they needed a password. "i'll help out", i thought to myself, but our password manager's mid-migration because we have an external security company that invented work but didn't ensure it was completed, and they made a decision to use an SSO that doesn't work properly.

by the time i finally managed to get into my account, i couldn't find the password i was looking for, and i wrote my boss, furious, to say that we need to take full control of our passwords from these clowns.

so that happened.

we all woke up a bit earlier than usual this morning, so until it was time to take mr smear to the shuttle bus i read some more of the neverending story to him. i was re-inspired because of this video about how "prophetic" the book is, but gd has an additional related story about how it helped her through some very dark times.

and now i'm off to see a neurologist about my sleep issues.