Not me unfortunately!
If there's one thing a lifetime in computing teaches you, it's how to cover up your mistakes... "Oopsy," the PFY says in a casual tone mid-keypress - the sort of casual tone which, by its very casualness, means it's not casual at all. "What did you do?" I sigh, fully expecting to hear that some poor user now has a vast …
Of course. We would never alter the Squid box to 307 his top five sites to some rather nasty dwarf on contortionist pr0n then "accidentally" find his browser cache and get him the "cardboard box and security escort" treatment, would we? It's just not in our nature to take an active role in disillusioning them of the notion that we're there to serve them by fixing their home computer (which is infested beyond all redemption due to little Jimmy, the CFO's son, being addicted to Limewire and the CFO himself having the clue-level of a cane toad that has just met the Australian national cricket team at a new bat testing session) on our lunch break while they fuck off to the pub with the other bean-counters, is it?
Rule #1: Never tell the lusers it's not real.
Rule #2: Never tell the lusers it's not real. I know that's technically rule 1 again, but it seemed so important that I felt mentioning it twice was warranted.
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