Know What? I Don’t Wanna Know…
how a thong got caught in your Power supply fan, stopped it and caused your PS to overheat and short out…
It’s 11:15 PM CDT here and I just got in from an interesting trouble call. I would have made the caller wait until morning but I was paid well to be “discreet”.
I was sitting playing EQ, minding my own business when I get a call from one of my companies. A woman I am not familiar with told me she had been working late and her computer turned itself off and she could not get it back on. I asked her about the event leading up to this and she waits a few seconds and said she had been about to print something and it just went off and she could not get it to power back up. I do the usual, “have you checked the power cord” etc. bit and once Im sure she’s checked things and tried again, I determine that the Power Supply is prolly shot. She tells me the machine was making a “whirring” noise, “really loud” before it went out.
So I tell her that I will be out first thing in the AM to check out the machine and repair it. She tells me that she has a project due in the AM and has to get the stuff printed out tonight. I tell her to use another machine. Well, she’s been saving it locally on her machine. /me sigh.
Anyway, I get my lazy butt out of my comfy chair and pick up my Geek Tool Kit and tell the family where Im going, grab my cell phone and head out. Ten minutes later she is letting me into the offices. I pull out the machine so I can start disconnecting wires and my hand touches something fabric. So I quickly disconnect and pull it out and look and there is a bright red satin thong hanging out of the exhaust fan of the power supply. OMG! How the hell could that happen? Usually I would smell the exhaust for the tell-tale ozone odor of a burned out PS, but no way am I putting my nose anywhere near that!
I look around, spot a box of tissues and gingerly pluck the offending lingerie from the exhaust fan and hold them up for the woman to see. Her face turns bright red, and the freakin idiot actually puts her hand on her ass to feel for what’s missing. I just lifted one eyebrow in my own particular idiomatic way and as if they are hers. She tells me she has no idea where they came from. Yeah, honey, I don’t know where my 4 kids came from either.
So I tell her that I will have to determine whether the PS is fried or not. And since it’s after hours I will have to charge her boss for the service call and 1.5X my normal rate. Her eyes get big and round while I’m cracking the case because the machine, even after all this time cooling, will not power on.
She follows me back to my server room where I keep spare supplies. I find a PS, write it in the parts book I use to keep track of where things are, and she’s yakking the entire time. Tells me about how she’s been so busy at work, yadda yadda yadda. I’m looking around her office, at the pics of the hubby and kids… well maybe she and hubby got a sitter and were having a little game of Business Tycoon and Fawning Secretary after hours (Oh come on! I’m not the only one who’s done it!) So I explain I can just tell the boss it went out and that she needed the info on the computer, no harm done. Her face gets bright red again.
Well, as to that, it’s not technically due tomorrow, but she did need her computer for some email. My eyebrow raises again. This whole time I’m putting in the PS and then her phone rings. It’s the husband, and evidently he’s wondering when she’s going to be home, yadda yadda yadda. Hmmmmm… Things start clicking into place. By the time she’s off the phone with hubby, I’m done and reconnecting wires and booting up the machine.
I tell her that because I had to come in after hours and repair a machine I’m going to have to have an excuse for the boss. I also tell her that what’s her business stays her business, but I gotta have something to tell the boss. Then I lean against her credenza and just look at her. I could have told her I didn’t want to know her story, but dammit, I did want to know.
She starts telling me about this guy, one of the customers of the company and she’s been seeing him on the side and that they had been together after work hours. She had told her hubby that she’d had to work late. So after he leaves, she needed to really do some work since she was taking a long weekend and her computer stopped working. So she called me.
After she’s done baring her soul, I sigh and tell her that I can’t exactly tell her boss THAT to explain my late night call. She goes to her purse and pulls out a $100 bill and tells me to make up any story I want, but please leave the thong out of it. Said thong is sitting like a huge Scarlet Letter on her desk and for a moment she cant take her eyes off of it. She does eventually reach out and stuff it in her drawer. I took the money and told her that I would tell her boss that she was working on getting caught up before the holiday and the machine went down. She had mucho work to finish so I agreed to come in and fix it for her. Then I asked her if she’d read my outline for using the network, internet and email. She nodded and I told her that she’d better live all of my words or I could just remember the thong at an inopportune time. I dont want any stupid calls about the internet being down when I’m doing server maintnance.
I’m lucky she had that cash in her purse. More fireworks for the kids as far as Im concerned. Wonder if they will match the fireworks that caused the PS to go out? It’s funny because I wasn’t looking for money, but, once offered, I took it. I’m frugal that way.