Things That Happened Today, Part 001
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fiat_knoxWell, the main thing is that I got myself a laptop at long last.
In one store, the sales rep was unbelievably cheeky. Muttered some dark warnings like "It's your funeral, mate" when I told him that all I wanted was the unit. No connection bundle; no signing up to Norton; in fact, I didn't want the student edition of Office either.
All I wanted was the laptop.
Took them almost half an hour to get around to actually selling me the damned thing. All of that time was spent going on about how much more fun it would be if you bought shit from them instead of, you know, getting what I want for nothing.
They wouldn't let go.
In that store with the cheeky bastard, he turned to me and said "Sorry, mate. No units left in stock. I could order it. Might get one in on Tuesday. Or there's this one with the bundles you could have now." So I just walked out.
The other store, the sales guy called in the fucking manager, a snot nosed infantard with a Limahl hairstyle who asked me what I needed the computer for. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot kind of business was it of him what I need the damned thing for?
In the end, calm prevailed. I had to extract Mum from this situation, because at one point she was getting ready to hulk out on someone. "Is there a problem?" she asked, repeatedly. "No," murmured the lad. "Well can we buy the thing now?" "mumble mumble." "Is that a yes mumble or a no mumble?"
They wouldn't let it go.
One little shit actually said some nonsense about "all the anti virus software licences running out soon" and trying to put a gun to my head to get me to sign up to their AV software (at £27 a month for updates).
And in each store, I was like "We can try this store, and this store," naming a couple of stores that weren't owned by the chain I was currently in. All to show these lying scumbag children that I was on to their scams, and that in the end, all I wanted was just the bloody laptop.
And then they did eventually relent.
So I've now got a lappie, and I just need to set it up for getting online, and then install all of the stuff I've got on this standalone system here.
This'll take time. But right now, I have time. I might just download OpenOffice right now, for a start, so I can work on The Fourth Rewrite.
You should've seen them blanch when I mentioned the dreaded words "Open. Source."
I feel like I've thwarted a whole bunch of robbers. I am so not recommending Wrexham as a place to buy laptops, or indeed anything more expensive than a ruddy spoon.
In one store, the sales rep was unbelievably cheeky. Muttered some dark warnings like "It's your funeral, mate" when I told him that all I wanted was the unit. No connection bundle; no signing up to Norton; in fact, I didn't want the student edition of Office either.
All I wanted was the laptop.
Took them almost half an hour to get around to actually selling me the damned thing. All of that time was spent going on about how much more fun it would be if you bought shit from them instead of, you know, getting what I want for nothing.
They wouldn't let go.
In that store with the cheeky bastard, he turned to me and said "Sorry, mate. No units left in stock. I could order it. Might get one in on Tuesday. Or there's this one with the bundles you could have now." So I just walked out.
The other store, the sales guy called in the fucking manager, a snot nosed infantard with a Limahl hairstyle who asked me what I needed the computer for. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot kind of business was it of him what I need the damned thing for?
In the end, calm prevailed. I had to extract Mum from this situation, because at one point she was getting ready to hulk out on someone. "Is there a problem?" she asked, repeatedly. "No," murmured the lad. "Well can we buy the thing now?" "mumble mumble." "Is that a yes mumble or a no mumble?"
They wouldn't let it go.
One little shit actually said some nonsense about "all the anti virus software licences running out soon" and trying to put a gun to my head to get me to sign up to their AV software (at £27 a month for updates).
And in each store, I was like "We can try this store, and this store," naming a couple of stores that weren't owned by the chain I was currently in. All to show these lying scumbag children that I was on to their scams, and that in the end, all I wanted was just the bloody laptop.
And then they did eventually relent.
So I've now got a lappie, and I just need to set it up for getting online, and then install all of the stuff I've got on this standalone system here.
This'll take time. But right now, I have time. I might just download OpenOffice right now, for a start, so I can work on The Fourth Rewrite.
You should've seen them blanch when I mentioned the dreaded words "Open. Source."
I feel like I've thwarted a whole bunch of robbers. I am so not recommending Wrexham as a place to buy laptops, or indeed anything more expensive than a ruddy spoon.
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Date: 2008-08-25 02:50 am (UTC)"Well, I can program in C, Python, Pascal, VB and Java Script and I run a dual boot XP/Ubuntu Linux machine at home with dual monitors."
Something you might find handy, called Dark Room which I find handy for writing. It's a zenware application, meant to minimize distraction and let you just write without diversions. http://they.misled.us/archives/501