My laptop has reached the end of its tether, so I ordered a new desktop. It arrived, large and shiny. Despite Timorous Beast's reassurances that transferring the data from the ailing laptop to the shiny desktop would be easy, it wasn't. Data transfer failed and so a new cable had to be ordered. In the 5 days that took to arrive, the desktop sat taking up space on my desk and doing nothing. "It's as useful as a big shiny stone" I told Timorous Beast.
The new cable duly arrived, but didn't solve the problem, and so an appointment was secured with a service bod over the phone. The appointment was not for a further two days, and so in the meantime the desktop, with all its shiny stony qualities, got in the way and pissed me off.
On the day of the appointment, Timorous Beast sent me an email, "Good luck with the stoney metal bollock."
After a hour spent scuttling between the phone, the laptop and the desktop, trying to understand the instructions of an IT guy in Belfast who had all the charm and communication skills of ... well, an IT guy, the thing still doesn't work. They're sending me a new installation disk. That should take another 4 or 5 days to arrive and I won't know what to do with it when it does, so I'll have to make another appointment with another IT guy and go through the whole performance again. I'm in the seventh circle of hell and it cost me nearly 800 quid to get here.
Fucking stony metal bollock.
2 comments:
Have you tried turning it off, turning it on again and throwing it out the window?
I decided throwing myself out the window would probably be more effective.
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