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When I was 18 I worked in the deli of a major food chain. Wasn't that bad untill the little old ladies would come in and demand 1/8th of a pound of ham or something, cut to their perfect thickness. Nothing like cutting a pound of ham to get that perfect 1/8th of a pound.
Another job I worked help desk for the company that sells the extended warranties at circuit city. So I would get people who knew nothing about their systems, calling because it "just wouldn't work" The problem with the job was I basically had to prove the hardware worked fine, since that was under warranty.
It was my job to convince their hardware worked fine, and come up with any reason that it was a software problem.
No Matter what the problem, I had to do a system recovery, which involved wiping the drive. Even if your computer was working fine, your house got hit by electricity, and your moden no longer worked, I still was expected to find a way to make it be a software problem.
I quit 2 weeks after my training because I just couldn't lie to the poor people anymore. My boss seemed confused by my reason for quitting. Fuck, I hated that place.
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