One step forward. One step back. Step forward. Step back. You work to “make progress.” You move fast. You move slow. You move in a circle that returns you to where you are.
It was that kind of weekend.
We used to buy things at Target, with the convenience of plastic. “We regret to inform you that your ______ credit card ending in ____ was among the records reported compromised,” our credit union told us in a cheery Friday letter. But good news! because “You can trust that we are carefully monitoring the situation and will continue to be proactive in protecting you.”
Then came Saturday’s letter, from the consulting firm that now runs the human resources department of a big company with which my wife has not been associated or employed for years: “We are writing to inform you that your name and social security number were inadvertently allowed to be indexed on a page associated with the benefits portal…viewable through a specific internet search string…” But good news! because the page has been removed now and “based upon the initial results of our investigation” it doesn’t seem as though any “unauthorized individuals” nabbed my wife’s name and Social Security number. Plus the consultant is “undergoing a comprehensive review of this occurrence: and is “committed to taking the appropriate steps if we determine our processes need to be changed.”
Like the process where they list the names and Social Security numbers of long-former employees on a publicly accessible web page, I am presuming.
On the yang hand, we took a big step in the long journey toward mastery of the making of encased sausage. Oh, mistakes were made, as the red-handed politicians sometimes like to say. Our interpretation of the process probably would’ve provoked heavy mirth had any Sausage Master been in observance, but let me just say that I have since learned a lot about how to estimate the length of a particular portion of cleansed hog intestine. And while the final product certainly lacks the physical uniformity one might expect, and which we hope to achieve in the near future, nothing at all is missing from the Taste Department.
Meanwhile, another tricky process came to an end over the weekend as I was able to completely wean my last web development/hosting client, and am now free from the last restraints preventing my unfettered retirement. So I can go to work making food instead of money.
I’m good with that, assuming I get the hang of this sausage stuffer.