This is the place that's responsible for Owner's Pet(tm), the one who took a floor vac to a rig and who I've added to the Canonical Coworker list.
The "bench" is a nightmare. Basically the owner (who doesn't really need the money) set up 2 folding tables in the back half of a small shopfront. The place looks like crap from the outside...reminds me of a tiny, dismal computer parts shop in Middletown RI that folded last year. Vidcard boxes in the window that are faded and I'm willing to bet the hardware is still in there (ouch). The for-sale shelves are a mess, stacks of older parts that nobody wants half of which still have the price tags from Microcenter on them.
There is no dedicated shop-use computer*, I'm resigned to using clients' repaired rigs to access the internet to find fixes for other clients. Given that these machines typically have no firewall or AV installed, and the shop does not have a good hardware firewall in place (why the hell not?), I don't feel comfortable doing this.
2 weeks ago, I diagnosed (but could not complete testing on) a customer's machine...dead memory. I told the boss exactly what I had done, what still had to be done, and what the fix was (new PC3200 sticks, of which we had none in the shop). This was a computer that his assistant had put together, the installed memory was slower than the motherboard needed (RAM was PC2700, minimum the board would function with was PC3200).
Last Tuesday I'm informed it was returned to the customer. OK say I, the boss found some memory that would fit.
Thursday, it gets returned. Note stuck on the case (in the customer's writing) is basically a carbon-copy of the original issue.
Oh
What do I find when I open the case? A single 1GB stick of PC2700 that I had discarded the previous week when the assistant killed it
No PC3200 to be had in the shop (again), so the most I could do was pull the memory that was in there and leave another note for the boss. I also sent him an email detailing what had to be done and how much it would cost the shop.
* well there is, but it's a crap-ass Dell laptop with a busted keyboard
The "bench" is a nightmare. Basically the owner (who doesn't really need the money) set up 2 folding tables in the back half of a small shopfront. The place looks like crap from the outside...reminds me of a tiny, dismal computer parts shop in Middletown RI that folded last year. Vidcard boxes in the window that are faded and I'm willing to bet the hardware is still in there (ouch). The for-sale shelves are a mess, stacks of older parts that nobody wants half of which still have the price tags from Microcenter on them.
There is no dedicated shop-use computer*, I'm resigned to using clients' repaired rigs to access the internet to find fixes for other clients. Given that these machines typically have no firewall or AV installed, and the shop does not have a good hardware firewall in place (why the hell not?), I don't feel comfortable doing this.
2 weeks ago, I diagnosed (but could not complete testing on) a customer's machine...dead memory. I told the boss exactly what I had done, what still had to be done, and what the fix was (new PC3200 sticks, of which we had none in the shop). This was a computer that his assistant had put together, the installed memory was slower than the motherboard needed (RAM was PC2700, minimum the board would function with was PC3200).
Last Tuesday I'm informed it was returned to the customer. OK say I, the boss found some memory that would fit.
Thursday, it gets returned. Note stuck on the case (in the customer's writing) is basically a carbon-copy of the original issue.
Oh

What do I find when I open the case? A single 1GB stick of PC2700 that I had discarded the previous week when the assistant killed it

No PC3200 to be had in the shop (again), so the most I could do was pull the memory that was in there and leave another note for the boss. I also sent him an email detailing what had to be done and how much it would cost the shop.
* well there is, but it's a crap-ass Dell laptop with a busted keyboard


I AM the evil bastard!

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