TdC
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Background: Recently I got my mum an HP all-in-one printer/scanner/copier thingy to replace her burnt out old canon printer that had like 3 squillion miles on the clock. Also, I have a serious bout of man flu, as mu coworker (called Hans) was kindly enough to give me last week as I had to endure a few days course in London with him (and two flights, where the sickly bugger sat next to me sneezing as many bacteria on me as he could)
My lovely mother was kind enough to call me out of a flu-riddled sleep this afternoon. She explained that something was wrong with her new printer, and that she had a "computer expert" in the house with her to look at it. Then the man himself came on the line and asked me how I'd installed the software for her HP, because it wasn't printing any more and he was making out it was my fault. Then my mum came back on again and said she'd tried to change the black cartridge and that hadn't worked even though she'd followed the instructions in the manual. Then she hung up and I went back to bed.
Later on this evening, eg just now, she called me back to ask how I was, and I asked what was wrong with the printer and who the fellow was who she'd had look at it. She explained the man was the local it-shop fellow, and he'd managed to fix the problem (she'd not inserted the black cartridge correctly) but in the mean time had told her that the print-head may have been damaged and she'd probably have to buy a new printer (at least, that is what she understood). Then she said that the man wasn't pleased with the print quality, but hadn't been able to find where to do the align print nozzles feature thingy or whatever HP calls it so he was coming back on Monday. Then she said that the fellow wasn't some dude she knew from like, where she teaches or something, but someone she actually looked up in the yellow pages and called....ie she has to pay this man. And I freaked out (possibly due to her disturbing my slightly fever ridden game of Fallout 3 (....I jest)) and asked her why she hadn't just called me for help, which was free and she said............................................. . . . because you were poorly!
AARGH!
and now I'm riddled with guilt that a)I'm angry at my silly mum for not calling me in first place, b)am slightly flu-ish still, c)my mum is going to get a bill for something where I could have prevented it....NNNGH!
My lovely mother was kind enough to call me out of a flu-riddled sleep this afternoon. She explained that something was wrong with her new printer, and that she had a "computer expert" in the house with her to look at it. Then the man himself came on the line and asked me how I'd installed the software for her HP, because it wasn't printing any more and he was making out it was my fault. Then my mum came back on again and said she'd tried to change the black cartridge and that hadn't worked even though she'd followed the instructions in the manual. Then she hung up and I went back to bed.
Later on this evening, eg just now, she called me back to ask how I was, and I asked what was wrong with the printer and who the fellow was who she'd had look at it. She explained the man was the local it-shop fellow, and he'd managed to fix the problem (she'd not inserted the black cartridge correctly) but in the mean time had told her that the print-head may have been damaged and she'd probably have to buy a new printer (at least, that is what she understood). Then she said that the man wasn't pleased with the print quality, but hadn't been able to find where to do the align print nozzles feature thingy or whatever HP calls it so he was coming back on Monday. Then she said that the fellow wasn't some dude she knew from like, where she teaches or something, but someone she actually looked up in the yellow pages and called....ie she has to pay this man. And I freaked out (possibly due to her disturbing my slightly fever ridden game of Fallout 3 (....I jest)) and asked her why she hadn't just called me for help, which was free and she said............................................. . . . because you were poorly!
AARGH!
and now I'm riddled with guilt that a)I'm angry at my silly mum for not calling me in first place, b)am slightly flu-ish still, c)my mum is going to get a bill for something where I could have prevented it....NNNGH!
Don't you just hate it when you're relatives or friends do that.
