So for a little over a month now, maybe less, I've had the same man come into the store with his computer because he clearly doesn't know how to use it. He's had this Toshiba laptop, one of the BETTER and EASIEST computers, for three years now (keep this in mind for later). The first time he brought it to me, he couldn't figure out how to get pictures off his camera onto his computer. So I showed him how and I walked him through it. I even bunch his pictures into separate folders depending on which ones went where, and labeled each mother fucking folder. Now, his pictures were ORIGINALLY on a pre-paid Net10 phone he had for some time. This whole shit storm started off with that. I send him on his merry way thinking he's got the thing down.
NOPE.
He comes back in a day or so later and ALL that work I did for him was completely fucked, then he decided to blame some other person for doing it, saying he was "hacked" or the person he had helping him decided to fuck everything up. No, dude, YOU DID. So I put everything back together again for him.
The next time he comes in, it's about this video he has on a DVD that he wants to make copies of. Okay, no problem. You have a blank DVD? No? Go get one. Or ten... yeah, that works too because I have a feeling we'll be needing all ten since you don't know what the fuck you're doing and will likely screw it up even after I show you. Yeah, remember when I said before he's had this computer for three years? Survey says: DEE DEE DEE!
Skip ahead to today. We're in one of our down times, which doesn't happen often where I work, especially on a Saturday. Guess what? He's fucked up his shit again. So I TRY to work everything out again while meanwhile he's making comments about fucking it up. Yes, you did. Now sh, mamma's working. When five o'clock rolls around, my time to leave, I let him know that I was supposed to go home. He says that I'm "free to go" (yeah, thanks. didn't know I needed your damn permission -.- ) and then proceeds to tell my associate in front of me that I fucked up his computer and -I- felt guilty so I was trying to fix it.
FUCK. YOU.
If you're going to not bother learning your own damn computer for THREE. FUCKING. YEARS then have ME try to help you out of the god damn kindness of my bleeding heart when I work in one of -THE- busiest department in the store ON A SATURDAY, then turn around and blame ME for fucking up your shit, then take your computer, shove it up your ass and get the fuck out of my face. I honestly hope he fucks it up to the point it gets anally raped by a Trojan Horse.
I'm not tech support. Yes, I know about computers and could probably run circles around my family when it comes to them but I am not certified to fix your shit when you fuck it up and can only do so much. If something went wrong, it could come back on me and I'm not about to put myself in that position. If this guy can't figure his crap out and still screws it up, then he probably shouldn't even own a computer.
If you didn't know that by moving your mouse over to a new window and clicking it that you could switch to that window, get a clue. Seriously. I showed him together and his reaction was like I found the holy grail. Oh, and apparently he doesn't want ANYONE else helping him. He wants ME. Oh, but, I thought I was the one who "fucked up" your computer? He'll even tell our associates that I'm helping him when I'm in the middle of something else. Uh, no. You just feel like exploiting my generosity you jerkweed.
How do I tell this guy off without sounding like a complete bitch? Because at this point, the Italian attitude in me is about to rear it's ugly head.
NOPE.
He comes back in a day or so later and ALL that work I did for him was completely fucked, then he decided to blame some other person for doing it, saying he was "hacked" or the person he had helping him decided to fuck everything up. No, dude, YOU DID. So I put everything back together again for him.
The next time he comes in, it's about this video he has on a DVD that he wants to make copies of. Okay, no problem. You have a blank DVD? No? Go get one. Or ten... yeah, that works too because I have a feeling we'll be needing all ten since you don't know what the fuck you're doing and will likely screw it up even after I show you. Yeah, remember when I said before he's had this computer for three years? Survey says: DEE DEE DEE!
Skip ahead to today. We're in one of our down times, which doesn't happen often where I work, especially on a Saturday. Guess what? He's fucked up his shit again. So I TRY to work everything out again while meanwhile he's making comments about fucking it up. Yes, you did. Now sh, mamma's working. When five o'clock rolls around, my time to leave, I let him know that I was supposed to go home. He says that I'm "free to go" (yeah, thanks. didn't know I needed your damn permission -.- ) and then proceeds to tell my associate in front of me that I fucked up his computer and -I- felt guilty so I was trying to fix it.
FUCK. YOU.
If you're going to not bother learning your own damn computer for THREE. FUCKING. YEARS then have ME try to help you out of the god damn kindness of my bleeding heart when I work in one of -THE- busiest department in the store ON A SATURDAY, then turn around and blame ME for fucking up your shit, then take your computer, shove it up your ass and get the fuck out of my face. I honestly hope he fucks it up to the point it gets anally raped by a Trojan Horse.
I'm not tech support. Yes, I know about computers and could probably run circles around my family when it comes to them but I am not certified to fix your shit when you fuck it up and can only do so much. If something went wrong, it could come back on me and I'm not about to put myself in that position. If this guy can't figure his crap out and still screws it up, then he probably shouldn't even own a computer.
If you didn't know that by moving your mouse over to a new window and clicking it that you could switch to that window, get a clue. Seriously. I showed him together and his reaction was like I found the holy grail. Oh, and apparently he doesn't want ANYONE else helping him. He wants ME. Oh, but, I thought I was the one who "fucked up" your computer? He'll even tell our associates that I'm helping him when I'm in the middle of something else. Uh, no. You just feel like exploiting my generosity you jerkweed.
How do I tell this guy off without sounding like a complete bitch? Because at this point, the Italian attitude in me is about to rear it's ugly head.
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