In the battle between
saving the forests and saving my sanity, there can only be one winner.
At last count I have about 25 online accounts of varying
kinds. Each has their own web address, client number, username, password,
secret question, mother’s shoe size, wizard’s spell to be chanted at midnight
under a full moon.
In an effort to save trees and, while they’re at it, shift
responsibility, companies are constantly pushing us to access everything
online. Sounds good in theory, everything at your fingertips. In reality,
you’re in password hell.
