I have my computer back. Finally
So, as I mentioned, I have been computer-less for the last, oh, week. I was told, initially, that it would take a day.
I should have known, right there, that things were fucked up. But did I listen to my inner voice? No.
I should have known that the whole pick up/drop off thing was the only good part.
It was probably the tech. I should never have trusted Bob to someone who studied musical theater in college. He was over two hours late in picking up my computer. This was the boss's fault, so, being the generous young woman I am, I overlooked it. He didn't want to take the password I have set for my computer, but I insisted.
So, imagine my surprise when on Wednesday, I get a call after work informing me that he can't get into my computer because it's finger print and password protected. I immediately call him back, and I remind him he has the password. He first claims he doesn't, then I tell I WATCHED HIM PUT IT IN HIS PHONE. I then tell I only have two passwords. One of them should work. He says he can wipe my computer or try to get my files, and I tell him to try and get my files, it's late, and I'm tomorrow is my night to work any how. He can drop it off tomorrow. He calls me at work to tell me that he can't retrieve any of my data, and while I'm upset, I tell him I understand and thank him for his diligence. I get home twixt 8:30 and 9, he can drop off my computer at 10.
I don't even get a call. I have to call him at, like, 10:30, where he fucking tells me that he's with another client, and how late am I going to be up? I tell him about 1, and then he says "cheers" and hangs up. I call him again at MIDNIGHT and he says that my computer still has another 20 minutes to go before it's fully formatted.
THIS SONOFABITCH HASN'T EVEN FORMATTED MY FUCKING COMPUTER, OMG, I COULD HAVE DONE THIS MYSELF FOUR DAMN DAYS AGO.
He finally stops by at 1:20 in the morning. I'm so tired, 'cause, you know, I worked today, and I just want my computer. I pay him, take it upstairs, and start working. It's not until I notice that I'm at half battery that I try to plug it in. HE LEFT ME THE WRONG CHARGER. I immediately call him, and he wants to come back and drop it off, and I'm thinking, Dude, it's 2 in the fucking am, can you drop it off tomorrow? And he's all, yeah, ok, when? And I say "between 10 and eleven" and he goes, "Great, I'll be there tenish." I figure this is ok, I'll get up, go get coffee, be home by ten, have my charger by 10:15 at the latest, and I can get my work done. So, imagine my surprise when 11 o'clock rolls around, and I can't get a hold of anyone. I finally contact Ryan, and he tells me "Oh, I thought you said between 10 and noon, and that I'd let you have a lie in". By this point, I am so exhausted that I just want my charger, and he's all, "Do you want virus scan?" and I ask if it's something I can do myself, because Bob has been in his really inadequate hands for the last working week, and it's not, so I tell him I just. Want. My. Charger. I just want my charger, so I can go, and try to make my computer what it was before.
It's a nice day, anyway, maybe I'll go see if Circuit City is still open and get cheap software there.
Man, what a week.
OH. And to LA peeps: If anyone doesn't have plans for Oscar Night, let me know. John is doing something at his, since our original Oscar plans fell through super last minute.
I should have known, right there, that things were fucked up. But did I listen to my inner voice? No.
I should have known that the whole pick up/drop off thing was the only good part.
It was probably the tech. I should never have trusted Bob to someone who studied musical theater in college. He was over two hours late in picking up my computer. This was the boss's fault, so, being the generous young woman I am, I overlooked it. He didn't want to take the password I have set for my computer, but I insisted.
So, imagine my surprise when on Wednesday, I get a call after work informing me that he can't get into my computer because it's finger print and password protected. I immediately call him back, and I remind him he has the password. He first claims he doesn't, then I tell I WATCHED HIM PUT IT IN HIS PHONE. I then tell I only have two passwords. One of them should work. He says he can wipe my computer or try to get my files, and I tell him to try and get my files, it's late, and I'm tomorrow is my night to work any how. He can drop it off tomorrow. He calls me at work to tell me that he can't retrieve any of my data, and while I'm upset, I tell him I understand and thank him for his diligence. I get home twixt 8:30 and 9, he can drop off my computer at 10.
I don't even get a call. I have to call him at, like, 10:30, where he fucking tells me that he's with another client, and how late am I going to be up? I tell him about 1, and then he says "cheers" and hangs up. I call him again at MIDNIGHT and he says that my computer still has another 20 minutes to go before it's fully formatted.
THIS SONOFABITCH HASN'T EVEN FORMATTED MY FUCKING COMPUTER, OMG, I COULD HAVE DONE THIS MYSELF FOUR DAMN DAYS AGO.
He finally stops by at 1:20 in the morning. I'm so tired, 'cause, you know, I worked today, and I just want my computer. I pay him, take it upstairs, and start working. It's not until I notice that I'm at half battery that I try to plug it in. HE LEFT ME THE WRONG CHARGER. I immediately call him, and he wants to come back and drop it off, and I'm thinking, Dude, it's 2 in the fucking am, can you drop it off tomorrow? And he's all, yeah, ok, when? And I say "between 10 and eleven" and he goes, "Great, I'll be there tenish." I figure this is ok, I'll get up, go get coffee, be home by ten, have my charger by 10:15 at the latest, and I can get my work done. So, imagine my surprise when 11 o'clock rolls around, and I can't get a hold of anyone. I finally contact Ryan, and he tells me "Oh, I thought you said between 10 and noon, and that I'd let you have a lie in". By this point, I am so exhausted that I just want my charger, and he's all, "Do you want virus scan?" and I ask if it's something I can do myself, because Bob has been in his really inadequate hands for the last working week, and it's not, so I tell him I just. Want. My. Charger. I just want my charger, so I can go, and try to make my computer what it was before.
It's a nice day, anyway, maybe I'll go see if Circuit City is still open and get cheap software there.
Man, what a week.
OH. And to LA peeps: If anyone doesn't have plans for Oscar Night, let me know. John is doing something at his, since our original Oscar plans fell through super last minute.