Went to work today with Liz. She's been sick the last couple of days as well, and so when she wanted to leave at 3:30PM, who am I to say no? :-)
Rob also got home early from work so when I wandered in at 4PM, I found him glaring at the innards of his PC. He gibbered and glowered and was quite impressively unhappy. We logged onto my PC and looked at Dell's refurbished stuff but Rob has high standards of what he can and can't have, so he made me drag my sick body out to Best Buy because I have a credit card and he's not afraid to use it.
Behold Rob and Tracy at Best Buy. After looking over the rows of PCs, we find a section of "refurbished/floor model" PCs. Rob trots back and forth between a brand new one that had caught his eye and the floor model Compaq. The requirement we have is that a) it must be good enough for EQ and b) it must have a network card already installed. Never mind that in his quest to network our two computers, Rob has purchased enough network cards to link our entire neighborhood.
Well, he decided we would take the floor model and that's where the fun began. The first hapless salesman that came by didn't know if it came with any recovery CDs or stuff. The second guy was more helpful. His name is Noah. We know this because it took us about an hour to make sure the floor model had the stuff we wanted and that Rob would be happy and that Rob wouldn't be unhappy. :) Then came a period of unrest as Noah unearthed a box of parts and CDs that go with our floor model, but the recovery disk package was empty.
"You can order one from Compaq. It's $10. We'll discount this $20 for you, how's that?" said Noah.
Rob began to gibber a little, so Noah said he'd check with the installation guys (who had to install Windows XP freshly onto the floor model so that we wouldn't have issues with a used XP). He came back and said the tech guys thought maybe it was somewhere back there but they didn't have time to look for it. Rob became animated.
Shopping with Rob is a challenge because it's hard to know what will bring out the incredible hulk in him. However, I do know that telling him they haven't got time to find it is not a good answer, so I glanced hesitantly at Noah, then at Rob. Rob became lyrical in his description of his expectations and called for a manager so that Rob could tell him ("or her," I interjected feebly) exactly WHY we were not buying this PC. Noah scurried away. Meanwhile the other guy working the computer counter was putzing around in the secret storage bin of floor model parts and when Noah returned with the tech manager (who had minutes before explained to me and Rob that Sony isn't making PS2 memory cards any longer because of PS3 and it's non-backward compatibility issues, which had me scratching my head wondering why I hadn't read about this somewhere before this -- so of course, seeing him approach I groaned, "Oh it's you...and you've already ruined my night once already.")
TechManager wasn't much help. But, fortunately, as Rob was working up a froth the other salesperson found the correct folder with all the bits and pieces necessary for our Compaq to work correctly. So Rob and I gibbered at each other a bit (later on, Rob wondered if those guys thought we didn't like each other or something, hehehe, since Rob made some smart remark which made me threaten to throw my copy of ChronoCross at him) and I left it up to him if he wanted to buy it or not. He did.
Rob wandered away to pay for the unthrown ChronoCross while Noah scurried around to ring up the PC. "I don't want to mess it up...I think Rich (the other guy) should do it. But let's start this form..." So Noah finds a form, gets a pen and suddenly a redheaded young thing appears beside me on the customer side of the counter, to flirt with Noah. I glanced at her. She continued babbling at Noah. He was so flustered his pen ran out of ink (and boy, what can we derive from that image, hmm?) so she offered to let him use her 'bubble pen' and at that point I turned to her and said, "Excuse me, but I really need to get this done and get out of here tonight. Can you come let Noah finish what he's doing...let him concentrate on the work here?" She rolled her eyes at me and with a very blonde "Whatever" wandered off.
I'm surprised I didn't yank back by credit card and tell Rob to buy his own daggone PC from Dell by then. It's 7PM...we've been at the store since 5. And we STILL haven't gotten the PC paid for. And this redheaded bimbo was bothering my clerk. Hmm!
Anyway, we finally got it paid for, I complained to some semi-managerial type about "Red" (which Noah said he was going to call that girl that from now on), and now we're home. And Rob wants me to log off so he can check the network.
I'm so abused. :)
Rob also got home early from work so when I wandered in at 4PM, I found him glaring at the innards of his PC. He gibbered and glowered and was quite impressively unhappy. We logged onto my PC and looked at Dell's refurbished stuff but Rob has high standards of what he can and can't have, so he made me drag my sick body out to Best Buy because I have a credit card and he's not afraid to use it.
Behold Rob and Tracy at Best Buy. After looking over the rows of PCs, we find a section of "refurbished/floor model" PCs. Rob trots back and forth between a brand new one that had caught his eye and the floor model Compaq. The requirement we have is that a) it must be good enough for EQ and b) it must have a network card already installed. Never mind that in his quest to network our two computers, Rob has purchased enough network cards to link our entire neighborhood.
Well, he decided we would take the floor model and that's where the fun began. The first hapless salesman that came by didn't know if it came with any recovery CDs or stuff. The second guy was more helpful. His name is Noah. We know this because it took us about an hour to make sure the floor model had the stuff we wanted and that Rob would be happy and that Rob wouldn't be unhappy. :) Then came a period of unrest as Noah unearthed a box of parts and CDs that go with our floor model, but the recovery disk package was empty.
"You can order one from Compaq. It's $10. We'll discount this $20 for you, how's that?" said Noah.
Rob began to gibber a little, so Noah said he'd check with the installation guys (who had to install Windows XP freshly onto the floor model so that we wouldn't have issues with a used XP). He came back and said the tech guys thought maybe it was somewhere back there but they didn't have time to look for it. Rob became animated.
Shopping with Rob is a challenge because it's hard to know what will bring out the incredible hulk in him. However, I do know that telling him they haven't got time to find it is not a good answer, so I glanced hesitantly at Noah, then at Rob. Rob became lyrical in his description of his expectations and called for a manager so that Rob could tell him ("or her," I interjected feebly) exactly WHY we were not buying this PC. Noah scurried away. Meanwhile the other guy working the computer counter was putzing around in the secret storage bin of floor model parts and when Noah returned with the tech manager (who had minutes before explained to me and Rob that Sony isn't making PS2 memory cards any longer because of PS3 and it's non-backward compatibility issues, which had me scratching my head wondering why I hadn't read about this somewhere before this -- so of course, seeing him approach I groaned, "Oh it's you...and you've already ruined my night once already.")
TechManager wasn't much help. But, fortunately, as Rob was working up a froth the other salesperson found the correct folder with all the bits and pieces necessary for our Compaq to work correctly. So Rob and I gibbered at each other a bit (later on, Rob wondered if those guys thought we didn't like each other or something, hehehe, since Rob made some smart remark which made me threaten to throw my copy of ChronoCross at him) and I left it up to him if he wanted to buy it or not. He did.
Rob wandered away to pay for the unthrown ChronoCross while Noah scurried around to ring up the PC. "I don't want to mess it up...I think Rich (the other guy) should do it. But let's start this form..." So Noah finds a form, gets a pen and suddenly a redheaded young thing appears beside me on the customer side of the counter, to flirt with Noah. I glanced at her. She continued babbling at Noah. He was so flustered his pen ran out of ink (and boy, what can we derive from that image, hmm?) so she offered to let him use her 'bubble pen' and at that point I turned to her and said, "Excuse me, but I really need to get this done and get out of here tonight. Can you come let Noah finish what he's doing...let him concentrate on the work here?" She rolled her eyes at me and with a very blonde "Whatever" wandered off.
I'm surprised I didn't yank back by credit card and tell Rob to buy his own daggone PC from Dell by then. It's 7PM...we've been at the store since 5. And we STILL haven't gotten the PC paid for. And this redheaded bimbo was bothering my clerk. Hmm!
Anyway, we finally got it paid for, I complained to some semi-managerial type about "Red" (which Noah said he was going to call that girl that from now on), and now we're home. And Rob wants me to log off so he can check the network.
I'm so abused. :)
posted by Owl Chick at 3/13/2002 08:17:00 PM
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