I am torn from where’st I was to a page so blank it strips my mind completely from where I was.
I can’t keep cookies because I often work from a laptop, so every time I log in I get an email.
I realize that I am supposed to be be better at diplomacy I know someone worked hard on the new log in. I know that someone’s livelihood might depend on the new log in. I realize that I am a mere guest on a forum of a company’s web forum…
Oh, it still doesn’t help. I hate the new log-in, the kind of hate where I wish it was physical so I could take it out in the garage and pound nails through it, the kind of hate that I wish it were standing in the middle of the road so, I could get its attention, to distract it and keep from noticing the car that comes it’s way, while I stare at it, not offering the smallest hint of a clue of what comes.