I'm rather tired at the moment--I couldn't think of any household chores I had to do as a child besides burning the paper garbage. Then I remembered that I did barn chores two or three hours every evening, plus an extra three hours on days when there wasn't school, plus many hours a day working in the fields in the summer. (At least field work wasn't every day.)
I started working in the barn when I was in second grade. I used to hate Sundays in particular, as I had to get up early for chores, then shower and change clothes and go to church, and then come home to do more chores.
I think I got used mostly for transport. "Take this out to the garbage. Take this upstairs. Get the milk for me." My legs were young and springy, so it made sense. Huh, I was a droid.
Ten people fell for phishing schemes? Good grief.
And seeing the original emails...wow. I'm not at all impressed with my coworkers at the moment.
My sister/bookkeeper too often forwards me fake invoice emails and asks if they are real. Each time I tell her that no vendor of ours is ever going to send an invoice to us that way. I've forbid her to open a browser in our cloud session where the Quick Books is kept. She can put her laptop at risk, but not the business network. I think she has caught on to never open anything without checking with me first.
Phishing attacks can be super effective. You just need one person to click before really thinking.
I am surrounded by stupid people and given I still have alaskan headcold brainfog, this is saying something.
I am having a day. Finally think I am up to swim again...wtf, thunderstorms?
Also having a day. It's 98 degrees out and we had our yearly fire drill, which involved walking down 17 floors of stairs and standing around in the sun for an hour waiting to be given the all-clear.
Bleh! I would object to 17 floors of stairs.
