The Incompetence of Specialists
Yesterday evening I was figuratively steaming after a long day at work, where I am a IT Support Engineer.
It all started with the simple search for a crisis recovery disc for one of the laptop models at work, this lead me to the support page of one of the biggest distributors of commercial computers.
I made my request, asking for a crisis disc, and was in return asked if I wanted a recovery disc. On replying that I required the crisis disc for the BIOS, I was informed that this company did not indeed distribute BIOS on disc’s. The complete incompetence of this reply startled me! One thing is for a company’s internal IT support to not know what this is, I’m okay with that… It’s somewhat more technical then what a support member would require. However, for a hardware manufacturer to not know what a crisis disc is, makes me wonder if the person I was chatting with could tell the difference between a computer and a chair.
I am so tired of teaching people who are supposed to support me about computers! Some of these people are brilliant and actually love their jobs, and the technology the work with, but a massive bunch of them are morons who still think the monitor is the computer, and that the CD-rom is a fucking cup holder.
After this, I was working on testing a new computer we might include in our offerings, and therefor I needed to download Skype. Why on earth would Skype require me to log in on my account to download the software? I cannot see the reason for it… And being on a tablet computer, with a weird and long password, this was not a fun exercise to start off with.
Following this, I got home, and being a guitarist, I had to reinstall GuitarPro 6, since I have recently swaped the main drive of my laptop, and this brings me to another subject: Why am I downloading software to download the software I want? What is the point this? It’s just an additional and completely pointless step in the install process…
So after 12 hours at work, and several of these small annoyances, I was so irate with computers for one day, so jammed on my guitar for an hour and went to bed.