The InfoTech priesthood
I told them. I told them.
When my computer died, I reported that the hard drive was making a hitherto-unheard grinding noise, and I thought there was something wrong with it.
“Oh, don’t worry; we’ll just ghost it from a working machine.” Um, okay. Suppose I could be wrong.
So the IT guy arrives with the ghosting software, and I calmly and politely remark again that I think the hard drive is toasted. Does he check? Nah. He tries to ghost the machine. Three or four separate times.
It’d just kill him to admit I knew what I was saying, wouldn’t it? Never mind that I was right.
I guess wasting his whole day is preferable. What-the-eff-ever.