When they gave up on the Sony, I was offered a 52" Bravia. Good thinks I, but then got to looking at the specs. The 120 HZ Samsung had such a better picture. "No, you've got to have that one."
Bow-lox
It took very specific relaying of the rules from customer service for my local branch to be told that I could pick any make. The same procedure repeated for getting the remainder of my warranty transferred. They kept trying it on, buy I was on their trouser leg like a demented terrier.
After many, many calls I got through to a vice-president that, although a man of few words, asked me just what I wanted him to do. To answer, I used the one rude word in all the dozens of telepone calls. Kick
arse.
I wondered afterwords, if he really knew what arse was - when pronounced with an English accent.
Anyway, the local manager was on the phone to me within an hour. Even his lordly authority did no more than open new doors to chaos. We have only just got the receipt for the darn thing after months...and believe me, that took a lot of work, including said manager's intervention achieving nothing.
Now, I'm not just venting here. I really do care about old established businesses...what's the word?
Crumbling, under the strain of trying to achieve impossible sales targets - targets that are only necessary because of taxes and costs. There are times when I believe Michael Moore has a point, or three.
I recommend an earthing strap before you touch any further electrical equipment, including Windows 7.
Life's like that. ( Said in a Dudley Moore kind of way.) Things always seemed to work when I was around. Then I brought my Mercedes. From that day, everything broke. Heck, even my prostate exploded...but doing battle is something old folk have time to do. There is no way that I could have spent these hours footling about if I'd not been retired. How on earth do working families stay in all day to have a tekkie call? Especially when they allow themselves a 10 hour window. So many families both work.
Again, along the same lines of thought: (This is not really thread drift, cos I mention 'computer'
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After and hour call MB Austin, they finally sent me a new gearbox computer from Stuttgart. I fitted it, then programmed it by a strange method of driving almost unknown to me, it's called "Going Slowly."
After that, the new transmission is now (almost) sane.