This one just happened. Although I'm a little calmer now than I was a few minutes ago.
Prospective customer calls for information on computer repair. They're getting an error message upon startup.
Me -
OTW - Overly Talkative Woman
Me: It could be a couple of things... either a virus corrupted Windows or it's possible the hard drive is failing. Drop it off and we'll check it out.
OTW: Well how much is it going to be if it's either of those?
(I don't like giving out exact pricing over the phone, mainly because people hear what they want to hear. "You said it would be $80" "No, I said it would be AROUND $80 or more." etc.)
Me: If it requires reloading Windows it'll be $blah. If it requires putting in a new hard drive it'll be $blah.
OTW: Okay, when my husband gets home I'll have him drive us up. I live up at the *same apartment complex I live in* and they need to do something about that place (insert rant about the crime level there)
Me: All right, we'll see you later on.
Five minutes later, she calls back.
OTW: Can we trade in a laptop towards getting this fixed?
Me: What sort of laptop?
OTW: HP Mini... (a netbook - which are nice but we have 3 in stock right now. They're not moving.)
Me: No, we have a couple in stock and they're not selling.
OTW: Ok, thanks.
Urge to kill... rising. It was apparent from the text thus far, but she kept cutting me off and was one of those folks who hung up the phone abruptly. I was starting to hope they wouldn't bring their computer in.
Five minutes later...

Private Caller was coming up on the called ID, so I already know it's her. I've now been trying to replace the screen in a laptop for over 20 minutes and I'm by myself today as the head technician had to leave early.
Me: Computer services! (saying it loudly and out of breath... this is my way of signaling to repeat callers that I am being interrupted and I am running to get the phone. Which I'm not, but guilt sometimes prevents them from calling back again)
OTW: Sorry it's me again. Can I trade you this desktop for another one instead of getting it fixed?
(what the fuck lady - this isn't a pawn shop)
Me: (headache forming, knuckles white, Calgon... take me away) What kind of computer is it?
OTW: It's an Emachine...
Me: (this time cutting her off) Nope! Sorry! Emachines are worthless.

(They are, in my experience. The motherboards tend to die in them, amongst other things)
OTW: Oh... okay. We'll be up in a little while, then.
So OTW and her son bring in the limping Emachine about 10 minutes later. She's still talking about anything and everything. I patiently take their info. She keeps talking. Husband finally pops his head in the door and says that he needs to get going or he'll be late. I thank him in my head for cutting her off as they head out the door.
Nice enough folks in person, but goddam it... I do hate it when people have to call back multiple times. Moreso when I'm actually working on something and I don't want to be interrupted.

I need an Advil.
Prospective customer calls for information on computer repair. They're getting an error message upon startup.
Me -

OTW - Overly Talkative Woman
Me: It could be a couple of things... either a virus corrupted Windows or it's possible the hard drive is failing. Drop it off and we'll check it out.
OTW: Well how much is it going to be if it's either of those?
(I don't like giving out exact pricing over the phone, mainly because people hear what they want to hear. "You said it would be $80" "No, I said it would be AROUND $80 or more." etc.)
Me: If it requires reloading Windows it'll be $blah. If it requires putting in a new hard drive it'll be $blah.
OTW: Okay, when my husband gets home I'll have him drive us up. I live up at the *same apartment complex I live in* and they need to do something about that place (insert rant about the crime level there)
Me: All right, we'll see you later on.
Five minutes later, she calls back.
OTW: Can we trade in a laptop towards getting this fixed?
Me: What sort of laptop?
OTW: HP Mini... (a netbook - which are nice but we have 3 in stock right now. They're not moving.)
Me: No, we have a couple in stock and they're not selling.
OTW: Ok, thanks.
Urge to kill... rising. It was apparent from the text thus far, but she kept cutting me off and was one of those folks who hung up the phone abruptly. I was starting to hope they wouldn't bring their computer in.
Five minutes later...

Private Caller was coming up on the called ID, so I already know it's her. I've now been trying to replace the screen in a laptop for over 20 minutes and I'm by myself today as the head technician had to leave early.
Me: Computer services! (saying it loudly and out of breath... this is my way of signaling to repeat callers that I am being interrupted and I am running to get the phone. Which I'm not, but guilt sometimes prevents them from calling back again)
OTW: Sorry it's me again. Can I trade you this desktop for another one instead of getting it fixed?
(what the fuck lady - this isn't a pawn shop)
Me: (headache forming, knuckles white, Calgon... take me away) What kind of computer is it?
OTW: It's an Emachine...
Me: (this time cutting her off) Nope! Sorry! Emachines are worthless.

(They are, in my experience. The motherboards tend to die in them, amongst other things)
OTW: Oh... okay. We'll be up in a little while, then.
So OTW and her son bring in the limping Emachine about 10 minutes later. She's still talking about anything and everything. I patiently take their info. She keeps talking. Husband finally pops his head in the door and says that he needs to get going or he'll be late. I thank him in my head for cutting her off as they head out the door.
Nice enough folks in person, but goddam it... I do hate it when people have to call back multiple times. Moreso when I'm actually working on something and I don't want to be interrupted.

I need an Advil.
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