(strikethough, or “crossed out”, means the file was deleted and able to be recovered)

Customers said, “I think my 2 year old put some quarters inside.”

… cute

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So today, some disgusting computer came in. Shuts down intermittently. I open it, cough, curse the day I was born, and proceed to clean the dust, bugs, and ridiculous cabling out.

By the way… when did I become a janitor? I could have sworn my expertise was in computers…

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“Every time I try to print, my documents line up in the quiche, but never get printed.”

Yes, that says “quiche”.

He refuses – and so begins the argument. I explain how there was a miscommunication over the phone and whenever this much labor is performed there is at least $100 of labor. He exclaims that I was the one who broke his system in the first place and tells me to shove my bill up my ass. I say fuck you yada yada. Argument continues until I say “fine, no charge asshole. We’re done”. He leaves…

Evidently not taking the hint of “we’re done”, he calls me 5 minutes after opening. He says, “it’s still not working”. “That sucks… Hey, we’re not doing business with you anymore” I tell him. He argues that we caused all the problems on his computer. I offer a full cash refund and suggest another shop in the area that can take care of his issues. He says (get this), “if I get it fixed by another shop, will you be responsible for the charges?”

WTF?! “NO! HOW IS THAT EVEN!?? – the argument continues until the breaking point where I throw aside any business courtesy and become me. Me that is pissed off wasting my time with this asshole and has been pushed too far. “I’m done with you!” and slam down the phone.

… I haven’t heard from him the rest of the day, but that’s not to say there’s not a visit from this asshole again in the near future. If he does appear, I’ll have $65 in cash and a sign saying GTFO waiting for him. Great way to start the morning huh?

We’ve had a bunch of assholes like this in the past, but this is the first time that I’ve been manager and had to deal with it. The previous manager started closet smoking during the job just because of situations like this. If at all why you are wondering why there is a glass of whiskey in my hand next to me, it is because my work life sucks. Good news is that I applied to about 60 jobs last night for the DoD. Maybe something will come of it and relieve me of the bullshit that is this job. Thanks for allowing me to get this shit off my chest… :)

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