A long standing client rang yesterday with a crisis. Her and her husband had a drunken fight which he lost. In revenge he password protected all the profiles on the computer, the following morning he'd forgot the passwords and now their daughter was in trouble at school for not doing her computer based homework.
Reluctantly I dragged myself out there. I got there at 8.30pm, keep in mind I started at 5am and had been with clients solidly from 10am. To say I was tired and irritated was an understatement.
While I'm there, hubby comes home. The lady of the house mentions how good it is of me to show up to fix his drunken stuff up. His response?
Oh, he enjoys this stuff of stuff.
Excuse me? I enjoy 17 hour days fixing your drunken stuff ups? Yeah right.
Sometimes you've gotta wonder why you bother.
I should have sent her to the local PC shop. They'd have probably reformatted the thing because they can't be bothered figuring out Peter Nordahl's excellent NT password recovery tool (can't wait to try it on Vista). The problem is they are all closing.
I noticed this again in Neutral Bay on my way to the late night Indian take away, the computer shop a few doors up has suddenly shut up shop.
Once there were dozens of computer shops on the North Shore, now it's lucky if the larger suburbs can support one. Neutral Bay still has two, but one seems to be constantly hanging on by it's fingernails.
I guess they're finding simply 17 hour days of sheer computer enjoyment isn't too rewarding.
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