DVD+R makes me drool.

[dolari]

Okay, we pay you $200 to fix our Big Retail Chain stuff...and pay you to be A+ certified...and pay you your gas...and a lot of expenses...and you DON'T KNOW WHAT AN ETHERNET CABLE LOOKS LIKE?! Or tell if a power plug is NOT PLUGGED IN? TO THE WALL?

::shakes head::

And you, Mister Store Manager! Don't blow me off when I'm trying to help you. And then don't lie back to me:

Me: Are there any ethernet wires that a re light grey or pink?
Him: They're all white.
Me: All of them?
Him: Yeah.
Me: Okay, do you see a black box that says Accu-time on it?
Him: There's nothing in here.
Me: What is in there?
Him: Box that says "Annex."
Me: Okay, look on Port 5 of that box. What color is the wire?
Him: Pink Wire.
Me: ...
Me: Okay, trace that cable back and tell me what it plugs into.
Him: Black box that says Accu-Time.
Me: ...
Me: Is there a power plug plugged into that Accutime?
Him: There's no power plug here.
Me: No black wires with metal tips?
Him: All the wires here are white.
Me: (Like that pink one, huh?)
Me: Okay, see that wall plug labeled 5? Trace it.
Him: It's a black cable with a metal tip.
Me: Plug it in.

Worked like a charm. Had to lead the horse to water, show it how to take a drink, and stuff it's head under the water.

Things like that don't steam me, though. I've been working these jobs for years, and I don't MIND that level of "I don't wanna."

It's the "You don't sound like a Jennifer" or the "Your parents had a sense of humour" or "you poor boy" or "it doesn't cost much to change that, you know" that has burnt me out.

I am so looking forward to 4PM tomorrow so I can start my "Weekend."