TheAsianDonKnots

I guess I don’t understand the metric of success. My training at work has helped me recognize risks more than most of my family that has no idea what root domain URL scam is. Did most of my family fail? Yes. Did 20% learn something and avoid risk? Yes.

In large companies the training is for liability purposes, “see they all passed their tests, we tried to warn them”. People are always going to be the attack vector, that’s unavoidable… but 20% success is better than 0% success. As an admin, if I received a 20% spike in phishing reports, that’s statistically significant and should be looked into and stopped (proxy violation).

Cost of training is unavoidable and budgeted for.

Isn’t any training better than no training?

Yeah, I have SO many rescue animals, it’s hard to explain to normal people. Multiple dogs with all sorts of problems, a few parrots, an angry hedgehog, two cats, and my vet’s first call to foster (almost anything). They are all well taken care of and clean but there’s a… smell.

I’m also holding Balthazar, a bark scorpion, against his will for invading Pretty Kitty Pepper’s land. Balthazar is kept well and fed a steady diet of pinheads. When he eats, it looks like a dot matrix printer in reverse. That’s the one creature in the house most people freak out about the most, but they would all be wise to fear the parrots.

Pretty Kitty Pepper for reference

I’m diagnosed dyslexic which, when reading aloud, sends me into a stutter to full embarrassed apologies. When reading to myself, I’ll make it 10 pages before I realize I didn’t read shit. I’m never getting laid in your hypothetical world.

Who am I kidding? I’m not getting laid as is.

The one that was like 10m long 😆 I’m assuming that’s the album one.

I used to study in a cozy little cafe that was a row of houses turned into business. Next door was a bar that could get a bit rowdy sometimes. They had one of those jukeboxes with an app. I would load up Hotel California every chance I got. I could barely hear the music but I could hear the patrons groan every 30 minutes or so. One day the song option wasn’t there, so I switched to American Pie by Don McLean.

I’m sure they hated me.