Nasal Passages

I remember this one time when I was doing support where I attempted to walk this lady through plugging her phone line into the wall. This phone call took a few hours as well as quite a few sacrificial brain cells. This is why I don't do support anymore, or even touch another person's computer. If they can't figure it out themself, they don't deserve to be doing it in the first place. Take driving for instance, if you aren't smart enough to know that all of the other cars are driving on the right side of the road when you aren't, then immediatly stop the car and stand in the middle of the road until a semi truck runs into you.

But these are my thoughts, not yours. yet.

# Posted by: Aaron at February 16, 2004 11:49 PM

LOL...well said Weiker!

# Posted by: g at February 17, 2004 06:53 AM

A person who thinks he knows how to talk to a computer. A person who really knows how to talk to a computer is known as a fruitcake.

The above is an actual definition taken from google using "define:programmer"

# Posted by: Aaron at February 17, 2004 08:13 AM

The name is...... Rochell (Rochells Fine Gifts I think)... I had the joys of telling her we are not here to train her on how to use FrontPage and whatever else she wanted to blame on us. She hated me ;-)

1942, BatMan, Joking_ _ _ something, ThirdPlanet (The ISP in the pickup), WTOL Y2K Call for Help thing... the crazy dude that kept calling,

We could have wrote a nice book from those days! ISP Crank Yankers would of, could of, been awesome lol

# Posted by: Sam at February 17, 2004 01:48 PM

Duuuuude, Samboni's got 'em all! I remember once going into Rochelle's with Henson just so we could see who she was...I wanted to break stuff and run!

I wonder if ROCKET ever got picked up by the stalkers whom she was so frequented by...

Oh, and back in the day when we did on-site setup-- the geniuses that would bring just their monitors for us to "configure"....nice....

mmmmhmmm...you go 'head and take that Rockwell HCF modem and shove it up yer butt.

# Posted by: mup at February 17, 2004 01:56 PM

Other than 1927, there is one that sticks out in my mind.

UPDATE Users SET Username = 'toadhall'

# Posted by: Ed at February 17, 2004 11:24 PM

Weiker, what can I say... (pinto-piece-of-sh**) :)

Samboni, Bill Hardison was the guy from WTOL. I had a LOT of run-ins with him.

Tuel, hi...been a while.

Grant, nice SQL update (thanks Ed for the reminder; and Steve Taylor's - aka Chad Hrivnyak - reaction to that was the best). Also, I did not steal your desk when you were at lunch, you cleaned it all off for me like an obedient co-worker. :) Then Brian told me that he just told you to move into a cube...and I started to feel bad because you got hosed. You want my office now? ;) ...didn't think so.

# Posted by: Todd at February 18, 2004 10:26 AM

mmm, yes, G's induction to the perils of SQL....

What the hell happened to the tank full of pennies we had? Did somebody get that as severance?

And is "Myron" the dead pigeon still on the ledge?

*sigh*...memories...

# Posted by: mup at February 18, 2004 12:31 PM

And in fact, the pinto is still working almost in it's original form. Was better back then, no adds. http://allthesites.com/search/search.asp?type=all&query=cisp+sucks

# Posted by: Aaron at February 18, 2004 12:43 PM

No Todd...actually I was at Thackeray's and Bri called me on my cell telling me that you would have my cube and I needed to clean it out when I returned. I'm not bitter though....NO....

Your moDAM needs an INIT string!!

Remember JacquiM Sam??? She went into a partnership with one of our clients and was going to start her own web-cam porn site.

# Posted by: g at February 18, 2004 10:00 PM

Yea G, The Jacqui-Porium site! YuCk YucK yUCK

Bill Hardison was the Net Admin for WTOL, right? The person I'm talking about was when Me, G, Todd M, and I think someone else went to WTOL to take calls for Y2K worries. This crazy guy kept calling in about some bomb or nuclear deal. Do you remember G?

Anybody know where JoeB is today? Mr. Ba-doy-g-er...Maybe FedEx? :-)

# Posted by: Sam at February 19, 2004 09:19 AM

I think I have the tank full of pennies in my parent's garage. If it's the one that had migrated to the hellhole with us. I used it for a footrest while at the hellhole, then took it when I left.

Myron has disintegrated. I think it was for the best. He had a good run. Well, a good stop into the window.

"The FBI and CIA are trying to hack into my computer, how can I stop them?
"Do you have a firewall?"
"Yes, two, but that's not good enough."
"Well, you could unplug your modem."
"No, they hack me through the power cable then."
"Then unplug the power too."

I wonder if she ended up back in one of the mind control centers... I sure hope so.

I remember a night Hai was up on the 5th floor playing drums. Carlson had came in for something and took the front elevator back down to the first floor when he left. I'll never forget Hai coming downstairs swearing something about coming down the back staircase where there were no lights. Then we went down to one and found the elevator door bashing away at a trash can Carlson had left there. lol

# Posted by: Ed at February 19, 2004 10:55 PM

Hai! I forgot about my little pal Hai! Boy was he pissed off at me for that walk down those stairs, which just happened to be the desired effect :)

I remember when I had been at GCI for just about a year and the Wood County Police contacted us about a stolen computer that had been seen after the theft online with a GCI IP Address. BK asked me to look everything up in the database and I found out that the thief was someone I knew. Talk about an uncomfortable feeling ;)

1927... nothing else needs to be said.

I remember randomly changing the main page to Julie Henson's personal domain to whatever picture, quote, or thought we may have had for the moment. Sometimes she got a new main page three or more times in a day. Yup, we changed it a lot, but the "ballsy squirrel" was always my personal favorite because it upset her so...

I too miss Myron, he was a good and faithful friend of ours for many, many months.

I have to say equally as bad as any customer was Bob Kitzler, salesman extraordinaire. The only guy who could read about a new technology that would be available within twelve months in the morning and sell that same technology as working and promise prompt delivery of said product to customers in the afternoon. What an ass...

When thinking back to the GCI days I have to be honest and say that sometimes memories are a beautiful thing and sometimes they are the major contributing factor to doctor-prescribed pharmaceuticals.

# Posted by: SMC at February 21, 2004 10:31 AM