Okay, the boss' sister in law's machine has been un-fucked.
The boss is learning.
"Rafe, I was trying to set up N's machine with her new modem, and I fucked something up. I have the driver CD and the Windows CD - could you come over after work and fix it?"
Ten minutes - gotta love how windows doesn't think to look in such obscure places for necessary files as C:\Windows and C:\windows\system when it can't find them on the CD-rom it explicitly asked for [and annoying that I knew this was exactly what was happening, despite being out of the trenches for four-plus years now].
The best part. . . I get to invoice him my real, full, professional IT rate, plus house call.
The boss just sponsored my boozing this weekend, folks.
The boss is learning.
"Rafe, I was trying to set up N's machine with her new modem, and I fucked something up. I have the driver CD and the Windows CD - could you come over after work and fix it?"
Ten minutes - gotta love how windows doesn't think to look in such obscure places for necessary files as C:\Windows and C:\windows\system when it can't find them on the CD-rom it explicitly asked for [and annoying that I knew this was exactly what was happening, despite being out of the trenches for four-plus years now].
The best part. . . I get to invoice him my real, full, professional IT rate, plus house call.
The boss just sponsored my boozing this weekend, folks.