My Geek Squad Experience
I know you guys are all sitting on the...
My Geek Squad Experience
I know you guys are all sitting on the edge of your seats wondering "When is Mike going to tell us about his Geek Squad Experience?"
Well, here it is.
A long time ago I lived in a great big blue house and owned a computer. I had, like a person with brain damage, bought the computer at Best Buy, which owns Geek Squad. For those of you who don't know, the Geek Squad is a computer repair outfit that does house calls. Since it's owned by Best Buy, and since it makes money by repairing computers, Best Buy sells a lot of "broken" computers. They aren't really broken, but they are programmed with glitches that can, seemingly, only be fixed by the Geek Squad.
It's a helluva business plan, I tell ya, deeply American in nature and guaranteed to provide profit.
So my computer wasn't broken at first, but about 3 days after I got it home, the little timer in the glitch program went off and the glitch started happening. For no reason, the damn thing began shutting off. Yep, it would just shut itself off. BLIP! I'd be in the middle of looking at porn or reading about prestidigitation on Wikipedia or something and BLIP! off it would shut.
So I'd restart it, only to have it shut off later, sometimes minutes later, sometimes hours. There was a randomizer in the glitch program, you see.
Once the glitch started happening, it never stopped. It would shut off anywhere from 3 to 15 times in a day, annoying me to no end. Seriously, it was fucking annoying, especially when I was doing something that needed saving, like, oh I don't know, WRITING.
I call up the Geek Squad and lo and behold they showed up the next day in their stupid car. Actually, it wasn't a whole squad, but some guy named Rick.
"I'm Rick," the guy said when I let him him, so that's how I know.
For hours he was in my office dicking around with the computer. Hours. Like 4 fucking hours.
Finally, he comes out to the living room and says he can't fix it, that he'll be back tomorrow with another guy. Apparently, pretending to fix a computer that's not really broken is a job for two.
The bill was $104.06. I still have it to this day.
We agreed on a time for Rick and his partner to return the next day and off he went into the sunset, an employee of Everything That's Wrong With American Capitalism, Inc.
Sure enough, the next day, Rick and his partner showed up right on time. They knocked on the door, but I ignored them. I peeked at them through the curtains until they went away, confused.
Then I went to the yellow pages and called up a local guy whose name was, get this, Flint Muhlhausen. I'm dead serious and, yes, I chose him because of his name.
Flint Muhlhausen (pronounced, delightfully, Mule Housin') was at my place inside 20 minutes and had my computer up and running smoothly within an hour. The bill was around 30 bucks. I don't have it to this day because I paid it.
As he was leaving, Flint Muhlhausen gave me his card and a stern warning to never, NEVER do business with Best Buy or the Geek Squad again.
And that is part of the reason why my credit score is so low. The end.
Now go to bed. You guys have school in the morning.
