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All right. I got back today, hoping for something interesting in one of my e-mail inboxes. Turns out my recovery CD has arrived. I guess I've had good luck with electronics-related things being shipped quickly. So I went "yay!" and went downstairs and picked it up, brought it up here, stuck it in my poor unhappy laptop...
At this point, words don't even explain my utter confusion and frustration. You see, I was rather amused that, despite the fact that I spelled my name for them, I still somehow became Terry on the envelope. Okay, I can see that... if I hadn't spelled it. Heck, I could see it even if I had spelled it, if they'd managed to end it in an ie. Who knows what my bank will do... hopefully they'll figure out the charge. Though, the receipt in the envelope said I hadn't been charged anything... even though they claimed it'd be $40. So, you know... confusion. Slight bemusement, because, really, can one triad of tech support, computer company, and repair places be that utterly stupid consistantly?
Yes. Yes they can.
They sent me the WRONG recovery CD.
Not only that... when I tell it to reformat, it comes up with WRONG MACHINE. In that obnoxious each-letter-is-giant-and-made-of-that-letter, isn't-this-cute? way that you used to see on like, old ATM machines. Like it's mocking me.
Dear Toshiba, If you are going to have a seperate recovery CD for A25s and A25-S207s, freaking make sure you can distinguish them by their serial numbers. Or, you know, ask. And kindly make sure your sales people are capable of listening to people's names. Omfgwtf, srsly. I just want my computer to work again.
Honestly. I would like to hitchhike to wherever these people are and just... I dunno, maybe it'd freak them out if I just glared at them from outside the window for a while. Or very loudly faked my own death. Maybe performance art. Performance art is fun. Honestly, wtf. How can I have so many problems getting this fixed? My goodness.
(Yes, this is hilarious. Though, if this were fiction, I think I'd have to tell the writer that they'd already passed the point where the joke was pushed too far. Because really, the only reaction you're getting out of this character now is slightly stressed-out, I can't believe this is still happening laughter. And what fun is that? The audience has got to be bored by now.)
At this point, words don't even explain my utter confusion and frustration. You see, I was rather amused that, despite the fact that I spelled my name for them, I still somehow became Terry on the envelope. Okay, I can see that... if I hadn't spelled it. Heck, I could see it even if I had spelled it, if they'd managed to end it in an ie. Who knows what my bank will do... hopefully they'll figure out the charge. Though, the receipt in the envelope said I hadn't been charged anything... even though they claimed it'd be $40. So, you know... confusion. Slight bemusement, because, really, can one triad of tech support, computer company, and repair places be that utterly stupid consistantly?
Yes. Yes they can.
They sent me the WRONG recovery CD.
Not only that... when I tell it to reformat, it comes up with WRONG MACHINE. In that obnoxious each-letter-is-giant-and-made-of-that-letter, isn't-this-cute? way that you used to see on like, old ATM machines. Like it's mocking me.
Dear Toshiba, If you are going to have a seperate recovery CD for A25s and A25-S207s, freaking make sure you can distinguish them by their serial numbers. Or, you know, ask. And kindly make sure your sales people are capable of listening to people's names. Omfgwtf, srsly. I just want my computer to work again.
Honestly. I would like to hitchhike to wherever these people are and just... I dunno, maybe it'd freak them out if I just glared at them from outside the window for a while. Or very loudly faked my own death. Maybe performance art. Performance art is fun. Honestly, wtf. How can I have so many problems getting this fixed? My goodness.
(Yes, this is hilarious. Though, if this were fiction, I think I'd have to tell the writer that they'd already passed the point where the joke was pushed too far. Because really, the only reaction you're getting out of this character now is slightly stressed-out, I can't believe this is still happening laughter. And what fun is that? The audience has got to be bored by now.)
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