I wish someone would look over my shoulder during login so that I can bug them later for the right password because I've got to remember my CAC, the logins for three analytical machines not using CAC but tied to the network, my building security code, my damn 9 digit phone access for calls outside DSN, and all my internet site logins and passwords now that I can't read those of a thumb drive if I'm surfing the net from a DOD computer.
Oh I sometimes long for the old style work day: a typewriter, a phone, an abacus, and some porno magazines stashed in the bottom drawer (that is how the dinosaurs describe it was).