I had the misfortune of needing to visit a large branch of Pissy World in Leicestershire yesterday only because I needed to get my hands on a couple of extra Cat5 patch cables to set up a small domain network for a customer tomorrow.
Having wandered around the store twice, I failed to spot the location of said cables and committed the cardinal sin of asking a staff member. The only available person was Greg, early thirties-looking, a rather dumpy, "3-stone-overweight, still lives with his parents, uses his personality as a contraceptive" type.
All I asked for was where are the patch cables. What I got was an inquisition about all the other networking stuff I would need, by the way have I though of WiFi, etc, etc ,etc to which I mildly lost my rag and replied "you're talking to an MCSE and CNE, now can I have just have the location of the sodding cables"
I guess he relaised quickly that his attempt to show off his IT knowledge had just been pissed on and duly complied with my original request.
Guess what happened when I got to the checkout. I met Greg's mother's afterbirth. "Do you need any advice on networking, Sir?" I glared as I said "Can I just pay for the cables please?"
If these guys are so ******* good at IT, why the hell are they working for Pissy World?
Someone out there must have an answer
Having wandered around the store twice, I failed to spot the location of said cables and committed the cardinal sin of asking a staff member. The only available person was Greg, early thirties-looking, a rather dumpy, "3-stone-overweight, still lives with his parents, uses his personality as a contraceptive" type.
All I asked for was where are the patch cables. What I got was an inquisition about all the other networking stuff I would need, by the way have I though of WiFi, etc, etc ,etc to which I mildly lost my rag and replied "you're talking to an MCSE and CNE, now can I have just have the location of the sodding cables"
I guess he relaised quickly that his attempt to show off his IT knowledge had just been pissed on and duly complied with my original request.
Guess what happened when I got to the checkout. I met Greg's mother's afterbirth. "Do you need any advice on networking, Sir?" I glared as I said "Can I just pay for the cables please?"
If these guys are so ******* good at IT, why the hell are they working for Pissy World?
Someone out there must have an answer
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