That said I used to work with this dude who was a real POS. I mean first class asshole.
He was nearly unstable. And would throw raging fits if he had to reset a password. I mean throwing a monitor out in the hall fits.
He was also OCD and when he had to reset a password he would go through and change every single password he had in every application to match.
He was also very possessive of certain work tasks. We had 3 or 4 programs that only he had a login to, because he wanted to be important.
The main company password system wasn't too bad.
8 characters, 1 upper,1lower,1number. No single dictionary word. No more than 3 characters could be in the same location as last password and no exact match in last 24 passwords.
Over the years however he had been out on vacation or whatever and we learned his password naming philosphy.
It was:
Wolfpack1(2,3..12)
or
Destinee1(2,3,4..12) <- BTW Destinee was the stage name of the stripper he left his pregnant wife and 2 year old daughter for. Who subsequently drained his bank account and fled. Told ya he was a POS...
Anyway, when things were a little to lowkey at the office or douchenozzle was really being an ass to one of the younger trainees...someone would distract him or get him out into the warehouse to look at something...and it only took a few guesses to get to his password. The CTRL+K -> Change Password and back to the desk.
It only took about 30 minutes and you'd hear shit start flying. It was glorious. Im laughing just thinking back on it.