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Post by melkathi on Apr 29, 2011 12:20:26 GMT -5
My father was talking to a coleague, commenting on how slow his computer was getting again. His coleague replied that at least it was working, hers... I listened to the problem and thought: I have heard that before and I might just know how to fix it. So, in order as to ascertain whether I could actually help I asked: "What windows are you running?" " 3 " "..." "..." "... No you aren't." "I am not?" "No, you aren't running Windows 3." "Oh, right, its Windows 7!" "Ah, ok... I'll..." "Or no! It's Vista" "Ok" "No correction, I run XP" "Awesome, for XP I know how to fix it." "Great! Yes it's XP." It wasn't XP. Now she is waiting for tech support. It's a shame it isn't 3 either though. I would have loved to see the support guy's face if it had been
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Post by calsetes on Apr 29, 2011 13:22:01 GMT -5
I know the feeling - I'm kind of my office's unofficial tech support guy. They ask me questions, and I try to help them out. Then they had the clients asking me questions about THEIR PC's. PCs that probably have Windows 95, if we're lucky Windows XP, but most likely something in between, and no restore discs, etc.
I tell them take it to Best Buy. My services are for coworkers, since it helps build that relationship with them, and I know they appreciate it. Clients... they don't even say thank-you when we take them to the food bank when they have no food in their house. They can pay for their PC work.
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Post by GammaBreaker on May 4, 2011 11:39:53 GMT -5
I did love me some Windows 3.1 and 3.11. I had 16 MB of RAM! WOOHOO!
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Post by KenpoJuJitsu3 on May 4, 2011 11:46:17 GMT -5
Maybe she meant she had 3 windows open...
No? Well shoot...
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Post by tumerboy on May 4, 2011 12:16:21 GMT -5
I did love me some Windows 3.1 and 3.11. I had 16 MB of RAM! WOOHOO! 16?! Holy crap! My first computer, I got in 1992, was a 386 DX 40 (that's 40 MHz), with 2 megs of ram, and an 80 meg hard drive. I was running DOS 5, and Windows 3.1. I played a lot of Jet Fighter II, Lemmings, Prince of Persia, Wolfenstein 3D, and later Doom. Most of which was pirated, and passed around school on 5.25" Floppies. In 1994, I saved up, and spent $400 on a 2x CD-ROM drive, so I could play Sim City 2000. Now, I've got Photoshop files bigger than my first hard drive. . . Being tech support for your family, over the phone, sucks. I was tech support for both my parents for a very long time. My mom eventually got tired of having to call me to explain things, and went out and bought a mac. She's loved it, and now my cousins get to be tech support, since they're mac people.
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Post by KenpoJuJitsu3 on May 4, 2011 12:38:43 GMT -5
Being tech support for your family, over the phone, sucks. Abso-fricken-lutely. I still am. I go from to to to to rage.
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Post by pax on May 4, 2011 13:41:03 GMT -5
My first computer, I got in 1992, was a 386 DX 40 (that's 40 MHz), with 2 megs of ram, and an 80 meg hard drive. My first computer was a Commodore C-64, which I got for Christmas in 1985 ... when I was fourteen years old. This cutting-edge piece of home computing awesomeness had sizty-four kilobytes of memory, and an 8-bit 1-MHz processor. You could choose either of two magnetic storage systems - a "tape drive" that used ordinary cassettes, or the newer, more-expensive disk-drive, which used ultra-modern 5.25" floppy disks. I was fortunate enough to get the disk drive. ... I still remember that christmas quite clearly, actually; my mother had worked dozens of hours of overtime to afford that C-64 for me, with us being on the poor side of things in general. And then, well, it was THE gift that year, so she tried for weeks to find one to buy, at all, and oculdn't. Two or three days before Christmas, she finally sat me down, to apologise for not being able to getone ... telling me she'd keep the money set aside, and try again for my birthdat in a few months. I thought I was being so mature and grown up when I told her not to be upset, that I appreciated howmuch effort she had put into trying to get it for me, and "it's the thought that counts. Really!" And I surprised myself, when I realised I meant that, rather than just saying it to make mom feel better about it. (That was also, not coincidentallyIMO, the first year I actually enjoyed getting clothes for christmas - a nice grey silk shirt, and two of those super-skinny leather ties (one red, one black) ... hey, IT WAS THE EIGHTIES ... those were "cool" clothes!!) Anyway, apparently on Christmas Eve, she was taking a shortcut behind some department store or other, and saw a CBM truck pulled up to the loading dock. She pulled up, got out, and asked the guys if there were any C64 computers and disk drives being brought in to the store. The S&R manager, bless his heart, not only answered "yes", but told her to come straight to the warehouse door when she got into the store, because he'd put some aside for her. Good thing, too, because they were literally flying off the shelves faster than the store could put 'em there. So along comes Christmas Day, with me still trying not to be super-disappointed that I'm not getting "teh big gift", and that (with the money being saved towards my birthday), that probably means fewer gifts at all this year .... and then my mother "sudenly realises she forgot one of my gifts" (shyeah, RIGHT), and comes back out to the living room with two boxes of unmistakable size and shape ...! I'm telling you, best christmas ever, right that very moment. You know the youtube videos, where the kids go absolutely spastic-ballistic with glee over something they get for Christmas? That was me. No lie. (I doubt even a weekend alone in a hotel room with a hot tub, a gigantic bed, three supermodels - and not a stitch of clothing to be found - could possibly have made me happier than I was, that morning. Which, at fourteen, says something!)
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Post by calsetes on May 4, 2011 14:00:14 GMT -5
While not exactly mine, I DID play with my dad's old VIC-20! Yeah, beat that!
Although I had more experience with the C-64, which is how I learned how to read and write- er, I mean type. True nerdism here - my mom thought my older brother misspelled "f15strikeegale" when it was me - maybe 3 or 4 at the time. Best game I remember for it? Captain America and Spider-Man in Dr. Doom's Revenge. Was like a story-driven old-school Street Fighter fighting game with a few trap levels thrown in here and there.
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