Call Me Claus

How do I explain this in a way that interests you?

I am "working from home" this week. I thought I'd brought everything home that I'd need but I forgot one little detail: the super secure password and user name to a collaborative project. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time I'd done this. Last month, Jen had to search around for a half used Post-It on my desk while I anxiously sat in the computer lab. This time, Uzi was tasked with breaking into my work computer to find the emails which contained a time-sensitive link to a password. And scrambling around for that darn Post-It. It took a lot of sleuthing and inconveniencing Uzi to retrieve everything, but I was driven by a fear of having to explain to Whitecastle that I'd lost the new password and account name they'd just set up. Fear of Whitecastle is a powerful force. It can move mountains, it can move grown men to tears, and it got the work done.

Until he wrote back and asked if I could upload the files for him. He's out of town, you see, and left his password in the office.