I was working for an IT startup around 2003. Fixing desktops, setting up small networks, selling new builds, etc. I called in sick once, and I mean I was SSIIIICCCKKK. Fever, shaking, vomiting, and diarrhea.... SICK. I had called in the night before. About 10:30 I get a call from the guy who runs the shop begging me to go to the office of the guy who owns the shop and fix one of his employee's PCs. I refused at first because I didn't want to get anyone else sick... but he told me they were all leaving for lunch together today.
So I pull on my sweats and a big thick coat and head over. When I get there I can see the video driver (windows 98 or XP, I don't recall) had blown up on the guys workstation... 8 bit glory. So, I went to the card manufacturer's website and downloaded the driver, then installed it. Clicked around for awhile to see if I could trigger any other problems, rebooted just for measure, then called teh shop. "Yeah, fixed... video driver flaked. no idea why, we might want to consider getting this guy another box soon just in case. Headed back home, I feel terrible."
I got home and was almost back to sleep when my phone WOULDNT STOP RINGING, and it was the guy at the shop.
$shopdude:, "What did you do buddy?!?!?!".
Of course, I had NO IDEA what hes talking about... I'm like,
$ME: dude, I told you.. I reinstalled the video driver... confirmed it stuck, and bailed... why?
$shopdude: Well, they are really mad like REALLY mad! They need you to come right back and fix things...
$ME: Are you kidding? I have a 100F fever... can you at least find out whats they are saying is wrong so I know what to look for?
So, and I have no idea why other than I was high on cold meds, I went back. This is a 25-minute drive each way...
I walk in, odd.... still no one here but it's after lunch. Oh well, go back over to the computer in question...everything seems fine. I can open email, browsers, access network files, and even print. So I printed out a news website and left it on the workstation marked "test print" and dated it. I called $shopdude to ask if he had learned more, to which he said he hadn't. So I look all around the offices and no one is there, but I didn't go into $owners office. The door was closed, and I didn't want to get him sick anyway.
I call back $shopdude and tell him whats up and told him the truth...
$me: everything i can think of works with $DBAG_EMPLOYEES workstation. I'm about to pass out man, for real... I cant stop shivering.. I need to go back to bed. Call me if you learn something... if Im not to far I can come back...
At the end of the day, I got another call from $shopdude.
$shopdude: Buddy, $owner wants me to fire you, I don't know what you did, but he's really REALLY mad.
$me: What do you mean, I fixed $DBAG_EMPLOYEES workstation.
$shopdude: But they are saying you didn't buddy.
$me: Then I dont understand it $shopdude... there was a blatant issue when I got there, everything... and I mean EVERYTHING worked great when I left.... twice. Im also sick as a dog and should never have left the house to start with. Did they even tell you waht the actual problem was? They were never there when I went it either time?
$shopdude: They said the screen was all messed up and they could read it.
$me: right, the video driver had borked on $DBAG_EMPLOYEES PC.. like we said, I reinstalled it and checked everything else he does on that PC and it worked like a charm...
$shopdude: Well, they are saying that its not fixed yet, that it looks different.. but that its not fixed..... and no one can read it!
*****DING***** in my head. (office full of 50 year olds)
$me: wait, I left it at the default desktop resolution. Is he complaining that the default resolution is making things too small?
$shopguy: (long pause)...... ummmmmm
$me: so let me get this straight... I'm sick as hell. I STILL go out on an "On-Site" for you... TWICE. when you're LITERALLY a four minute drive away, for something I fixed correctly the first time... and I am incompetent at risk of losing my job because alcoholic sexual harassing douchebag owner, who once told me that "women are like dogs in that if you let them get away with something once, they expect it forever" $owner is listening to broke-dick unfaithful braggart womanizing $DBAG_EMPLOYEES is too goddamned stupid to even ADJUST HIS OWN FUCKIN' DESKTOP RESOLUTION?
$shopguy: .......
$me: Fuck him, fuck you, mail me my check next Friday. I'm fucking done, I'd rather sell ice in Minot, ND. Oh, and I just wiped out the HaloCE server I was running for us in the back on MY KEY. You don't get that either.
And that's how I ended a two-year job helping my friend $shopdude open up his dream store with his silent partner $owner. Needless to say, we never really talked after that.
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