Well, it’s my fault for not writing this immediately when I was thinking about it. Towards the end of last week, I took it upon myself to fix the Xbox display at my store (CompUSA). Several weeks before, the Xbox rep had come by and naturally was annoyed that the system didn’t work. She shipped me some replacement cables. I spent some time and a little frustration indulging my affinity for tinkering with electronics. Finally, I got the cables replaced, switched a few things, and watched the display spring to life.
My, what a sense of accomplishment! This thing had been down for at least a month, and here it was, working just fine. A few days later the rep came by again and was quite pleased. I allowed myself a little pride in a job well done.
So what happens almost as soon as the rep walks out of the building? I look over and notice that the display is dead. “What in the world?!” I think, and head over to see what’s wrong. I end up opening the whole thing again to see if something got knocked loose inside, and who comes shuffling by but Our Friend John. He’s one of the door “guards” at CompUSA, and a generally agreed-upon butthead for a number of reasons. One being his obsessive-compulsive desire to search every coat pocket and cooler of the employees every time they leave the store, while allowing customers to stroll out with stolen merch. Gah.
Anyway, this joker began railing at me: “What are you doing taking that thing apart? I just got it fixed!“
Excuse me? Excuse me, you overstuffed mound of a creature, but I spent hours working on this console to get it working! Don’t you think I’m upset that somebody broke it, again? You little jerk. On my way out, he makes another remark about how he’s going to tell the rep about me breaking it next time she comes. I wanted to shoot back, “Y’know, lump o’ lard, she was just here this morning, talking about mailing me something as a reward for fixing her console the first time. Shove it.”
It’s also really annoying that today I was hearing rumors about one manager or another being upset that “somebody had the console open and now they broke it.” Because we all know that the Xbox display fixed itself. And they never break on their own. And that Michaela destroys everything she touches.
It’s not even the same problem that I fixed before. Now the TV just doesn’t turn on, at all. I actually think it died. o_O Everything else is working fine—audio from the Xbox, power to all the buttons, everything is connected and hooked up correctly. If I had a spare TV to haul over there I’d try and prove my theory, but I don’t. But if somebody else tries to give me flak over that cursed thing, I’m going to let into ’em.
In the great scheme of things, it’s completely insignificant. However, it’s the little thing I chose to get upset over this week. Plus it’s a little humorous, don’t you think?
Rachel’s coming over tonight.