Prepare for the pitting, you hapless fuckwits. :mad:
Okay, so I did something dumb. I’m man enough to admit it. Somehow, during my routine computer defragging, I managed to remove a file from my computer which prevented Windows XP from loading correctly. Booted in safe mode, still got the Black Screen of Death. No dice. :sad:
Okay, time to bite the bullet and call the HP line. Maybe somebody can help. This is Sunday afternoon, so I am not particularly hopeful.
Amazingly, I end up talking to someone in just shy of 25 minutes holding time. :rolleyes: This woman has a thick Middle-Eastern accent. I mention this only because it comes into play a little later.
The woman on the other end informs me that my model is no longer supported for free, and it’s going to cost $30 for their “expert assistance.” I hate this, but I realize that the computer being broken is my fault, so there’s no one to blame but myself. I whip out my credit card and grudgingly pay the fee. After a lot of rigamarole and answering a lot of questions phrased in broken English, I am given a case number, and told to hold for the next available technician.
I am hung up on in less than 10 seconds. :mad: :mad: Thank Christ I wrote down the case number.
After calling back, and waiting for 35 minutes this time to speak with another representative, I finally get in touch with a technician. This technician, a man, also has a Middle-Eastern accent.
The first step he takes is to ask if I’ve consulted the online help guide. Uh, well, that would require successful booting of Windows. I’m already a little worried.
As he attempts to troubleshoot based on my description (i.e., I deleted a file that’s necessary for Windows to reload) it becomes painfully obvious that he’s reading from a manual. At one point he’s running through steps to recover Windows, and I notice he’s telling me, in no uncertain terms, to format my entire hard drive and start again.
I stop him. Format, you say? Why would we want to format the entire drive?
To recover Windows, he says.
Uh, is there a way to accomplish this WITHOUT LOSING EVERY FILE ON MY COMPUTER IN THE PROCESS?
At this point, he tells me to click a couple buttons, recover the original Windows configuration, and let the computer do its thing. Sure enough, in 35-45 minutes, the desktop is whirring politely and reloading everything. With the exception of a few programs that need to be reinstalled, everything’s as safe as houses.
So here we go, HP asshats and “customer care” manual readers:
First of all, to the dipsticks in hiring: I understand you need warm bodies that are capable of A) taking $30, and B) reading from manuals, but let’s be perfectly frank and not-at-all politically-correct, shall we?
If you have a job wherein your primary duty is to speak with the public, it might behoove you to hire people who can speak the fucking language. Okay? And I realize to the tender-hearted and Democratic among the SDMB that this nitpick might seem cold and prejudicial. Well tough shit. Blind people don’t typically do well as air traffic controllers, either – learn to accept your limitations as a person and move on.
Second of all, your manuals are obviously written by orangutans. Who in their right mind recommends a complete system dump BEFORE the simple reinstallation of the missing software? Is it just me, or is this the equivalent of saying to a homeowner whose house is infested with cockroaches, “Well, we could start with napalm. That ought to handle things. Of course, if that doesn’t work, we could try Raid.” To boot, the guy seemed a little put off that he was going to have to turn to another page to get the answer that didn’t require a complete format of my hard drive. Think it through, jackass.
Third, why in the fuck am I consistently hung up on whenever I call for assistance? As computer “experts,” you’re not exactly filling me with confidence when the Hold and Transfer buttons on your phone are a little too daunting.
So, to HP’s “customer care” division, I give up a hearty fuckaroo to you, too. Next time I buy, you can bet it won’t be from a company that doesn’t employ people who know what the fuck they’re doing on even a basic level.
Oh, and stick that $30 up your asses, you backward Fiorina-fuckers.