...or how to really shag up several thousand pictures of your grandchildren that you can never replace."
Not wanting to threadjack this thread which dredged up another repressed memory (why do I keep reading the tech support stories) I'm posting this one here on it's own thread.
Customer comes in with a computer that thanks to it being plugged in an unprotected outlet during a thunderstorm, had all the magic smoke let out of it. The computer is toast and there is no real way to repair it save for rebuilding it and replacing every part that is now a charcoal briquette.
The customer tells me that they have already replaced the computer with a new one but wants us to try and recover all the pictures that are on it. That there are the aforementioned bazillion pictures of her half dozen grand children.
I take the computer to my tech bench and I pull the drive and hook it to my USB-to-Hard Drive gizmo and see if the drive itself is working. Sure enough the drive is one of the few things that hasn't gone tits up and I can recover data from it.
We agree on the service (back up pictures onto a DVD, confirming that her new PC has a DVD drive) and a price for my time and labor. It wasn't all that much. Just an hour's labor. Didn't even charge for the 25 cent blank DVD.
So I go and find all her pictures (thankfully all in the My Pictures folder) and burn them to a DVD. I call her to pick up the disk and the remains of her computer (as it costs us money to dispose of that crap). She comes in and I show her the disk having all the pictures by loading it into our demo PC, she pays and heads out.
The next day I look down the business end of a double-barreled shit storm. The woman comes in screaming bloody blue murder that there are no pictures on the disk. Before I can get a word in edgewise she flings the disk at my head (I ducked) and it smashes against the metal door frame behind me.
Broke it into several pieces that were shedding the metallic film that has all the data on it. In short, the disk is ruined.
My boss, hearing the commotion, comes out just in time to see me ducking the flying DVD and tries to find out what's going on. He sends me into the back where I stay hidden but listen in.
Turns out that when she put the disk into the drive, nothing came up. Boss comes back to me and asks if I verified that disk had the pictures on it. I told him that I showed her on the Demo PC before she paid me a penny.
He goes back to the customer and points that out and gets her to calm down. He tells her to bring in the new PC and the old hard drive and that we would transfer the pictures to the new PC directly for free. Satisfied, the customer leaves.
I'm not too happy about this since 1. the data was on the DVD that the woman smashed and 2. I really didn't want to help this woman after she threw the disk at my head. But needs must as the devil drives and so I get ready for another data transfer.
Woman brings in the new PC and the hard drive. However the hard drive looks to be in worse shape than it was when I gave it back to her. There are several dings, dents, scrapes...It looks rather like it had been dropped several times in fact. I point this out to the boss and he goes to ask the customer while I try to see why the PC didn't want to load the disk.
Loose data cable. It had edged out slightly in transit and wasn't seeing the data properly. I re-seated the cable and it started reading CD's and DVD's with no problems. That mystery solved, I then powered up the hard drive with the external USB gizmo.
<kathunk><kathunk><kathunk> I thought to myself "Self, this is not good"
I call over my boss and point this out. Boss explains that the customer gave the drive to a grandchild who was amusing himself by tossing the hard drive into the air as hard and as high as he could and allowing it to slam into the tarmac road.
Great. DVD is in pieces, Hard Drive is totaled, and the only option left (if it would work at all) is to pay the several grand for data recovery at one of those places that has a clean room and can remove and mount the platters in special machinery.
Boss tells me to package everything up and to sneak out the back door and get some lunch. He grabs everything and heads out to the customer. As I am leaving I start hearing screams.
Boss never told me what happened next. But as I never saw the woman again I didn't really care.
Not wanting to threadjack this thread which dredged up another repressed memory (why do I keep reading the tech support stories) I'm posting this one here on it's own thread.
Customer comes in with a computer that thanks to it being plugged in an unprotected outlet during a thunderstorm, had all the magic smoke let out of it. The computer is toast and there is no real way to repair it save for rebuilding it and replacing every part that is now a charcoal briquette.
The customer tells me that they have already replaced the computer with a new one but wants us to try and recover all the pictures that are on it. That there are the aforementioned bazillion pictures of her half dozen grand children.
I take the computer to my tech bench and I pull the drive and hook it to my USB-to-Hard Drive gizmo and see if the drive itself is working. Sure enough the drive is one of the few things that hasn't gone tits up and I can recover data from it.
We agree on the service (back up pictures onto a DVD, confirming that her new PC has a DVD drive) and a price for my time and labor. It wasn't all that much. Just an hour's labor. Didn't even charge for the 25 cent blank DVD.
So I go and find all her pictures (thankfully all in the My Pictures folder) and burn them to a DVD. I call her to pick up the disk and the remains of her computer (as it costs us money to dispose of that crap). She comes in and I show her the disk having all the pictures by loading it into our demo PC, she pays and heads out.
The next day I look down the business end of a double-barreled shit storm. The woman comes in screaming bloody blue murder that there are no pictures on the disk. Before I can get a word in edgewise she flings the disk at my head (I ducked) and it smashes against the metal door frame behind me.
Broke it into several pieces that were shedding the metallic film that has all the data on it. In short, the disk is ruined.
My boss, hearing the commotion, comes out just in time to see me ducking the flying DVD and tries to find out what's going on. He sends me into the back where I stay hidden but listen in.
Turns out that when she put the disk into the drive, nothing came up. Boss comes back to me and asks if I verified that disk had the pictures on it. I told him that I showed her on the Demo PC before she paid me a penny.
He goes back to the customer and points that out and gets her to calm down. He tells her to bring in the new PC and the old hard drive and that we would transfer the pictures to the new PC directly for free. Satisfied, the customer leaves.
I'm not too happy about this since 1. the data was on the DVD that the woman smashed and 2. I really didn't want to help this woman after she threw the disk at my head. But needs must as the devil drives and so I get ready for another data transfer.
Woman brings in the new PC and the hard drive. However the hard drive looks to be in worse shape than it was when I gave it back to her. There are several dings, dents, scrapes...It looks rather like it had been dropped several times in fact. I point this out to the boss and he goes to ask the customer while I try to see why the PC didn't want to load the disk.
Loose data cable. It had edged out slightly in transit and wasn't seeing the data properly. I re-seated the cable and it started reading CD's and DVD's with no problems. That mystery solved, I then powered up the hard drive with the external USB gizmo.
<kathunk><kathunk><kathunk> I thought to myself "Self, this is not good"
I call over my boss and point this out. Boss explains that the customer gave the drive to a grandchild who was amusing himself by tossing the hard drive into the air as hard and as high as he could and allowing it to slam into the tarmac road.
Great. DVD is in pieces, Hard Drive is totaled, and the only option left (if it would work at all) is to pay the several grand for data recovery at one of those places that has a clean room and can remove and mount the platters in special machinery.
Boss tells me to package everything up and to sneak out the back door and get some lunch. He grabs everything and heads out to the customer. As I am leaving I start hearing screams.
Boss never told me what happened next. But as I never saw the woman again I didn't really care.
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