After 4 days or emails, tech support, and phone calls…I finally have my web site back up. It’s funny, it has been one of the most wild weekends, giving me a lot to blog about, and then some.
So I thought that I would go back in time and fill you in on the events that really DEFINE Frustration.
Let’s go back to Saturday… It started easily enough, SID and I slept in and got up and were excited about spending the day together.
And we had a very short list on the agenda:
1. Breakfast
2. Clothes shopping (for me)
3. Stop by the local motorcycle shops and DAYDREAM
4. Lunch
5. Nap
And when we got to the men’s clothes store, AND found some really GREAT bargains, AND we were going to save an EXTRA 20%!!! J-A-C-K-P-O-T!!! And then the NON-fun started. The sales person already had one cash register frozen…and it did not look good for the OTHER register. We scanned all the items, rang them up, and then……and then….and then…… The waiting began.
You see, BOTH of the registers had a problem with the phone system AND they were terribly out of date, or so the sales person said. And when she rang in my items and totaled them up, the machine could not communicate with the home office, and it locked the machine up. And the waiting continued.
I offered to go get CASH instead of paying with my debit card, she put her finger in the and said, “No, NO, I WILL get this…just one more moment, sir.” It was as if she was trying to solve some sort of puzzle.
Look, I love House on TV as much as the next guy, but hey, enough is enough. Oh, by the way, we were 15 minutes in at that point. SO, she then called her manager and tried to explain everything to them…which took about 5 more minutes. So, 20 minutes in, no clothes and my debit card had been swiped about 10 times… I started to fear that my checking account would be tapped 10-15 times.
And then she said, “You mean I can just run it manually?“ Oh, NO SHE DIDN’T. She could have saved me the 1/2 hour of time and run it through the old-fashioned credit card mechanism? HOLY CRAP!!!
So, after 25 minutes of watching this poor sales person try to solve a REAL technical issue, even though she WASN’T a technical expert…and waiting for 3 shirts and 2 t-shirts, it was finished. SID and I then went and decompressed at the closest Harley Davidson dealership…but that is another story for another time.
