I actually heard about this from my mother...
Some background:
Back in February, my dad had been having some issues with his computer. He'd been bitching about it for awhile, so when he and my mother were on their cruise, I brought his computer to my place, and took care of it. 2 days later, I had all the Micro$haft updates installed, all the spyware/viruses gone, along with the million-or-so toolbars that he'd installed. It was as-new when I was done with it.
Tonight, I find out that the shit hit the fan. Or rather...the hard drive. The cheap drive that was in his cheap HP apparently failed. There were either some bad sectors or the data was corrupted. Whatever it was, Windows was toast. Somehow, instead of being the fault of penny-pinching, he actually blamed *me* for it.
Seriously? I fix computers for a living...and it's my fault? Fuck that shit. Since it was my "fault" he decided to drive across town and have Joe Blow's Computer Service deal with it...to the tune of $300
Yep, three-hundred-fucking-dollars. I could have had that drive out, put it in one of my spare machines, pulled off his data, and he would have been out only about $75 for the cost of a new hard drive and possibly a beer or two. He would have had his computer fixed totally--all drivers, software, etc. It would have been done quickly and correctly.
I do this shit all day--I've built computers, I'm responsible for servicing a dozen or so at work. I've had most of them apart over the years. I've been messing around with computers since TI 99-4/A and CP/M days. I'm not an expert by *any* means, but I do know quite a bit.
The $300 bit isn't what pissed me off. No, I'm pissed about being blamed for "fucking it up" even though what I did was back in February...plus the phone call from him about 2 hours ago.
Seems that he couldn't get on the internet...and wanted my help with that. Again, back the truck up here. You blame me for "fucking it up" but you want my help now? Pissed, I told him to find the driver disc for his network card, look up the settings, and fix it himself.
I mean, in his eyes, the one computer class he took in 1975 makes him an expert, yet the constant knowledge I've picked up since about 1981/2 makes me an idiot, right?
Some background:
Back in February, my dad had been having some issues with his computer. He'd been bitching about it for awhile, so when he and my mother were on their cruise, I brought his computer to my place, and took care of it. 2 days later, I had all the Micro$haft updates installed, all the spyware/viruses gone, along with the million-or-so toolbars that he'd installed. It was as-new when I was done with it.
Tonight, I find out that the shit hit the fan. Or rather...the hard drive. The cheap drive that was in his cheap HP apparently failed. There were either some bad sectors or the data was corrupted. Whatever it was, Windows was toast. Somehow, instead of being the fault of penny-pinching, he actually blamed *me* for it.
Seriously? I fix computers for a living...and it's my fault? Fuck that shit. Since it was my "fault" he decided to drive across town and have Joe Blow's Computer Service deal with it...to the tune of $300
Yep, three-hundred-fucking-dollars. I could have had that drive out, put it in one of my spare machines, pulled off his data, and he would have been out only about $75 for the cost of a new hard drive and possibly a beer or two. He would have had his computer fixed totally--all drivers, software, etc. It would have been done quickly and correctly.
I do this shit all day--I've built computers, I'm responsible for servicing a dozen or so at work. I've had most of them apart over the years. I've been messing around with computers since TI 99-4/A and CP/M days. I'm not an expert by *any* means, but I do know quite a bit.
The $300 bit isn't what pissed me off. No, I'm pissed about being blamed for "fucking it up" even though what I did was back in February...plus the phone call from him about 2 hours ago.
Seems that he couldn't get on the internet...and wanted my help with that. Again, back the truck up here. You blame me for "fucking it up" but you want my help now? Pissed, I told him to find the driver disc for his network card, look up the settings, and fix it himself.
I mean, in his eyes, the one computer class he took in 1975 makes him an expert, yet the constant knowledge I've picked up since about 1981/2 makes me an idiot, right?
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