I probably need to just start a series on idiocy.
My last few posts have been about people assuming other people are idiots for various reasons and I totally forgot to blog about the guy that started my whole rant & rave episode.
I hate going to Best Buy. There’s a problem with that though – they have good shit for good prices and sometimes you need good shit without waiting for New Egg to ship it to you. I hate GOING to Best Buy. Let me say that again.
There are plenty of reasons to hate going there, including:
1. It’s always too hot in there due to them running 500 TVs at once.
2. You have to walk through aisles of movies, video games, and CDs to get to the computer stuff.
3. The young, male “support staff” need some more fucking training.
They think that because they play Halo and once helped their mama hook up her cable modem that they are THE SHIT and the electronics world should BOW DOWN. The only place worse for a female to go is Radio Shack.
The reasons to go to Best Buy include:
1. Good shit
2. Good prices
3. You get your good shit right away
I always, always, ALWAYS do my shopping online before I go to the store to minimize the “have you ever seen a falcon punch in real life?” effect that the store has on me.
Now I am unmistakeably female. I has boobies and a cute haircut and big blue eyes and teeny, tiny little hands and feet. I am well aware that I’m a girl.
Having a vagina has absolutely nothing to do with my knowledge of computers or electronic related thingamabobs.
Right? OK, let’s go to Best Buy.
I walk back to the computer section needing a hard drive. There is a young man, probably early 20s back there helping customers who need to know things like “do I have to subscribe to the internet?”
BBG: Hi, can I help you find something? (He takes in the fact that I am unmistakeably female and cute at that.)
Me: I’m just looking for the hard drive section.
BBG: Let me show you where they are. What kind of computer do you have? (I can’t tell if he means laptop or desktop or if he’s looking for a brand name. I figure he means desktop or laptop because that’s the major distinction if you aren’t looking for an external drive.)
Me: It’s a desktop. I need an internal drive. I assume they’re on the same aisle as the external drives, right?
BBG: What kind of computer is it though?
Me: A custom built gamer.
BBG: …. but who made it? You know like Dell or Gateway or…
Me: My dad and I did. It’s about 6 years old but the ASUS motherboard was top of the line when we built it. I just need two 500G hard drives because I’m converting it into a server for my home network. Both will run as slaves to the current drive, so I only need the drives themselves.
BBG: (stares at me like I have suddenly burst into show tunes while simultaneously showing porno mags to random strangers. The military calls this the “shock and awe effect”) … so you know what kind of drive you need?
Me: Yes. I need to know where they are. Like what aisle.
BBG: Are you sure? There are complicated differences.
Me: Yes, I’m sure. I think that other customer needs some help.
At this point, I realize that I have forgotten if I need IDE or SATA and that totally makes me a dumb fuck. He wouldn’t have known either, but still, it really pissed me off.
Turned out, I left without buying jack shit. I used the money I would have spent there to buy liquor to bribe my dad with. Later that night I showed up with the machine, my stack of software, and some liquor and we drank and built a machine. (Let me tell you – finding drivers for a 6 year old ASUS board is hard as fuck.) I managed to acquire the two 320G hard drives that I had sold him a little while back so now it’s got 960G of space instead of the intended 1TB of storage like I’d intended.
I’m pretty sure I’ve got 40G worth of flash sticks around here anyways, so it all worked out. And really, how much storage does a girl really need?