I suppose it was only a matter of time until someone invaded my email account: as the story goes, a piss ant hacker was pleading with my address book to send money to Cyprus for financial rescue. Come on. If you're going to hack my account, come up with a better story will ya? Maybe I should be thanking this individual, because it saved me from writing a scintillating blog post about cleaning rags in Brazil. At least for now. These past few days I was whining to Mark how I needed something funny to happen to me so I could find an excuse to write a blog post. I realize two things now: one, shame on me. I should be writing regardless of how tranquil and quiet my life may feel. Two, be careful what you ask for.
Once I got over the initial panic and annoyance of resetting all my passwords, I got really angry when I found out that this person created a Yahoo account with my full name to forward messages. The hacker also screwed with every single one of my contacts by inserting an extra "s" into the addresses. All this when my children were fighting, spilling food and generally making it clear they needed attention. Of course it was a recipe for disaster: when Margo is "unsupervised" she tends to antagonize her brother with hair pulling and chases him with toys she stole directly from him, while our pacifist Deets, screams like a teapot and cowers in her giant toddler shadow. I felt like a pretty big slacker as I tossed both kids into bed for an extra long nap time so I could simultaneously stare down the computer and stress sweat all over our Drexel furniture.
At the moment, it seems my account is back to its old self but I can't shake the paranoia that my information has sunk into the netherworld, ammunition for another day. I feel so naked! For now, I will consider myself lucky to have friends, family, and acquaintances who took the time to let me know their suspicions. The good news is, it was a good opportunity refresh my address book and make it look pretty again. I mean, if you are into that sort of thing.
Once I got over the initial panic and annoyance of resetting all my passwords, I got really angry when I found out that this person created a Yahoo account with my full name to forward messages. The hacker also screwed with every single one of my contacts by inserting an extra "s" into the addresses. All this when my children were fighting, spilling food and generally making it clear they needed attention. Of course it was a recipe for disaster: when Margo is "unsupervised" she tends to antagonize her brother with hair pulling and chases him with toys she stole directly from him, while our pacifist Deets, screams like a teapot and cowers in her giant toddler shadow. I felt like a pretty big slacker as I tossed both kids into bed for an extra long nap time so I could simultaneously stare down the computer and stress sweat all over our Drexel furniture.
At the moment, it seems my account is back to its old self but I can't shake the paranoia that my information has sunk into the netherworld, ammunition for another day. I feel so naked! For now, I will consider myself lucky to have friends, family, and acquaintances who took the time to let me know their suspicions. The good news is, it was a good opportunity refresh my address book and make it look pretty again. I mean, if you are into that sort of thing.
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