I know there’s a way to change your wireless user name and password. I just don’t know what that way is (yes, I know: google it), and so ever since we moved into our new place, whenever a guest comes over and needs to get onto our Internet, my system is to root through our junk drawer in search of the tiny piece of cardboard that the installation guy used to write down the user name and password for me, hand it to my guest, and hope that I remember to take it back and that it does not end up getting thrown out (which would make sense, because it looks like garbage).
Obviously this system is not ideal.
I’ve been meaning to do something a little less likely to result in a massive fight between myself and my husband (seriously, I’m going to guess that forgotten iTunes passwords and such have surpassed money as the number one reason for divorce in our country), but haven’t gotten around to it. And then the other day a colleague came over to my place for a meeting and needed to access les interwebs, and in order to allow her to do that I had to first locate that minuscule piece of cardboard with twenty thousand numbers written on it in Boy Handwriting (a.k.a. Terrible Handwriting), help her figure out which were “1”s and which were lowercase “l”s, and then, after she left, try to re-locate the piece of cardboard so that it could be re-filed in our very secure and organized junk drawer (that is a joke; our junk drawer is a black hole into which objects like sip cup lids and passports routinely disappear).
Like I said: not ideal.
You know how when you’re in a waiting room somewhere and your phone isn’t working and you really want to check your email, and then you look up and see that someone’s put a little sign on the wall with the wireless information, just in case anyone needs it?
I always think that’s so lovely and considerate.
And so I thought I’d do the same thing. Except in watercolor, because why not.
P.S. God I love my little Swarovski crystal desk mascot. (If you’ve been reading for a long time, you may remember him from one of the very first sponsored posts I ever did – I first shot him on my old New York City desk, which was atmospherically located directly to the right of our kitchen sink. He’s gone through two major moves with us, and has miraculously remained intact, and I adore him.)
P.P.S. Obviously that password (half of which I cropped out) is a totally nonsensical one assigned by the phone company, not my *actual* password for things like banks and such. Just in case you thought I was out of my mind.
