The Three miserable words

I stood by my desk pacing back and forth just staring at my screen, and I hate to admit it but my eyes were starting to see things that weren’t even there. For a moment I saw a glimpse of hope, a glimpse of retrieving my information from my account. I understand the security measures that some websites offer to secure one’s own account, only thing is I did a pretty good job of securing my account well, so well in fact I had forgotten my password. I was 2 attempts away from my account being locked. “Damn it!” I thought, “I need to log in to my account by tonight! I can’t take out my date without money!” I spoke. “Wait don’t I have money saved in my emergency fund box?!” I ran as fast as I could to my closet door and opened the box! “EMPTY! How!? Oh right” I thought, I paid the mechanic to fix my car earlier that week.

It was at that moment I knew that my entire night was resting in the hands of my 90-year-old brain, even though I’m 30, my brain functions so badly that I forget where I place my keys most of the time. I once locked myself out of my own apartment and it wasn’t until my landlord came from his daughters Quinceañera and opened the door for me an hour later. I knew he was mad because the next months rent increased by $200 and stated it was for repairs to my apartment. I started to pace back and forth again, what was my PASSWORD! I thought of looking at my phone at that time and look at memes, to others it seems unproductive but for some reason as if told by the gods, I needed to look at memes. I was scrolling through my usual feed and sure most of them made me chuckle, but one in specific made me laugh. I was taking my time and then I snapped out of my trance and saw the clock, 5:59 pm. I was running out of time, what was my password! “Wait!” I thought to myself. “Is my password something that has to do with memes?” I ran as fast as I could to my computer again, and at that moment in a small glimpse of hope I entered the password into the prompt, waited for a few seconds. It was taking longer than usual, YES! I thought finally my night is saved.

I thought of throwing my computer out the window and never speaking to that girl again. I could not bear to explain to her why I needed to cancel our date tonight; I know for a fact she would never speak to me again if I did cancel tonight. I needed to input the correct password otherwise my account would be locked, one more attempt or I would have to call for assistance. The word “call” is what I dreaded the most. If I had two choices between calling and resetting my account, I would chose to accept my fate and call it off. But she was the girl of my dreams I couldn’t just cancel on her. I went back to pacing back and forth. Is there somewhere in my phone where the clue laid? Was it in my apartment somewhere? I must know the password! I thought. If I wrote it down it must be in one of my sticky notes in my desk drawer somewhere. Nothing! Just a bunch of old bills and old tax papers. I wondered if I even wrote it down somewhere. Did I have a reason to write it down? And then it hit me, my old iPhone. Of course it was in my old phone, I knew not to sell that old phone because I knew I had written it in there! I was looking through my closet again, but to find it?! “Oh no, it was now 6:45, but how?” I thought. It didn’t matter I needed my phone quick. I tossed and turned everything in my closet, where was it? Which box? “Finally!” I screamed.

I ran back to my computer, connected the dead phone, the screen turned on and input the password to my phone, through the home screen and then, into the notes. There I saw it, my password to my account. I could finally transfer the money into my savings and into my checking account. I entered my password and waited for it to log me in. the excitement got me into a boost of adrenaline. I went to my bedroom, got dressed, sprayed my self with my best cologne I had, Tonight was just me and my dream girl. To this day I write everything down from now on because I knew I would mess up just like I did that night, that night as I ran back to my computer, those three words changed my life, those three miserable little words that I dreaded to see. It turns out I had remembered that I changed my password after I lost my old bank card and was asked to change my password, which I did and didn’t write it down even after the customer service rep told me to write it down. Those three words I will never forget, “Reset your password.”