Never reveal your proffesion...
I used to work for Yamaha, and got in with a guy who used to be of all things a mechanic to Mike Hailwood (very famous racer from the 70s). Jerry was a great bloke, liked a drink and at 5 I would nip over to the repair shop he ran for a couple of beers and a skive.

The problem was after once going to his house and sorting out the family PC he started giving my number out to all and sundry as the genius who could fix anything which got fucking annoying (much like Simpson's moaning - see below). The worse was getting called up whilst in Prague and repeatedly telling someone to fuck off as I was paying more for the call than they were (on the mobile) but the other was a chap who rang me while I was making dinner. I was fairly narked of course and started a diatribe, when he pipes up to keep it short as not only does his internet not work, but he was having to call me on his mobile and thus it was expensive because his land line was out. And of course without his cable TV not working as well he was bored.

I then asked him to actually think about the common denominator here, or how strange it was they all came down the same little wire and from the same company. I then suggested he go away in short jerky movements and call the local cable operator.

Some people simply will not think - they just see a problem and call some poor sod like me, just because I chose to make a career out of it. I wouldn't mind but I don't work on PCs proffesionally anyway...
(Waynster James Joyce is fucking my sister!, Mon 25 Sep 2006, 15:22, Reply)