Leave me alone

    Why do they insist on showing me their problems?  Was at a pretty well known software company yesterday.  I was working on a HP Color LaserJet 4550 with a color fall out problem.  It would print 3 or 4 pages fine or even 10 then it would lose color to one of the colors which would throw any mix of that color off.  In case you don't remember that lame ass ZIPLOC commercial....."Yellow and Blue make Green"  Same thing here my little lamb chops.  (yes, I have change out all consumables for this printer, in case a printer tech reading this) I've been working on this machine now for over a week.  Been on the phone with HP Tech support and they are  stumped on this as well.  They really don't give a rats ass anyway.  As far as their concern it's not their problem.  Thank you again Carla!!!!  Way to make that merge happen.  Now you have some real pricks working the Authorized Service Provider Support Hotline.  I think I heard Maddox talking shit in the background.  (see best page in the universe under web links for that inside reference.  From what I've read on his site, he sounds like a true asshole.  I like that.  He's a hero) http://maddox.xmission.com

    Anyway, I'm knee deep into this machine.  Half the machine is laid out on the floor, and I'm in the other half with a flashlight in my mouth checking for cracks in the plastic bushings.  I feel this tap on my back.  Without turning around I already have a pretty good idea who it is.  I try to ignore it.  Then again I feel three taps on my back with a voice.  "Excuse me,"  I pull my head out to see who it is.  I'm expecting to see some sort of department admin with fangs.  No!! to my surprise, I get to deal with the old lady who is lonely.  This is the worst kind of scenario.  With Admins with attitudes I can deal with.  Old ladies who like to talk I cannot.  Before I could cut her off she launches into this diatribe about how the printer is printing faded if not completely wrong colors.  I grab for my personal set of test pages to illustrate her point.  And while I'm showing them to her, I explain that I've been working on this printer off and on for over a week.  BUT she rejects what I'm telling her.  She's now determined to show me her printouts.  She starts to walk back to her cubicle.  I start packing up my things for a quick get away.  Maybe I could be gone by the time she gets back.  She is old.  I figure if I grab my laptop and make a B line to the back exit door and I would be safe.  But she only walks down 2 cubes, enters and returns with her stupid ass color Power Point Presentation, and guess WHAT?  The colors are all off.  I figure I'm almost out of the forest and soon she would go back to minding her own business and I could get back to work.   NOPE, NADA, not going to happen.  She proceeds in telling me the history of the machine.  She drags on for at least 4 minutes.  I laugh at the right times, I nod my head when she talks about something not working right, and last but not least I give her the old "I understand, that's not acceptable at all" reply when needed.  Finally she finishes and yaks about how she needs to get back to work.  She leaves, and I turn around to finish checking for cracks when I realize I can't find my flashlight.

Cube hags bother me......