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techrecoveryClone box comes for repair. Complains of no boot/POST/power. History of gradually worsening problems with mouse and modem, ending up with neither being detected by system.
Took back, hooked up. Sure enough, it ain't breathing. No problem. Begin to suspect bad motherboard, especially with the knowledge that bits of it may have been failing for some time, but decide to try power supply first just in case. Grab another power supply from locker, drag it back, and turn the box around to start pulling screws...
...and notice specks that sure as hell look like roach crap all over the back of the system. Oh. Joy.
Now, we have a box of latex examination gloves in the closet. At this point, a little voice said hey, you might want to put some of those gloves on. I did.
Boy, was I glad.
The specks on the back of the machine were just the tip of the iceberg--the inside was covered with roach crap, mummified roach corpses, and dessiccated roach eggs. The power supply plugs were encrusted in roach doodoo, all of which I had to touch. Even with the gloves, it was still nasty. The little handheld vacuum did little good, as most of the stuff was stuck on, although I did have to empty it every thirty seconds because the loose roach bits and pieces were clogging up the works.
I do not gross out easily. This computer made me gag. Had any of the roaches still been alive, I would have lost my breakfast.
In the end, it was indeed the motherboard. She didn't want to fix it, and decided she would use that as ammunition to hit her sig. other up for a new one. She wanted the hard drive back, so I pulled that out, wiped the roach shit off it, and bagged it up for her. She did not care what I did with the rest. If I could have set it on fire, I would have. Or, no, first hosed it down with Lysol, then set it on fire. Blaah!
Took back, hooked up. Sure enough, it ain't breathing. No problem. Begin to suspect bad motherboard, especially with the knowledge that bits of it may have been failing for some time, but decide to try power supply first just in case. Grab another power supply from locker, drag it back, and turn the box around to start pulling screws...
...and notice specks that sure as hell look like roach crap all over the back of the system. Oh. Joy.
Now, we have a box of latex examination gloves in the closet. At this point, a little voice said hey, you might want to put some of those gloves on. I did.
Boy, was I glad.
The specks on the back of the machine were just the tip of the iceberg--the inside was covered with roach crap, mummified roach corpses, and dessiccated roach eggs. The power supply plugs were encrusted in roach doodoo, all of which I had to touch. Even with the gloves, it was still nasty. The little handheld vacuum did little good, as most of the stuff was stuck on, although I did have to empty it every thirty seconds because the loose roach bits and pieces were clogging up the works.
I do not gross out easily. This computer made me gag. Had any of the roaches still been alive, I would have lost my breakfast.
In the end, it was indeed the motherboard. She didn't want to fix it, and decided she would use that as ammunition to hit her sig. other up for a new one. She wanted the hard drive back, so I pulled that out, wiped the roach shit off it, and bagged it up for her. She did not care what I did with the rest. If I could have set it on fire, I would have. Or, no, first hosed it down with Lysol, then set it on fire. Blaah!
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Date: 2003-10-14 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-10-14 01:47 pm (UTC)You are a better tech than I am.
I would have killed the PC and the owner for the sake of humanity.
thank you
Date: 2003-10-14 02:46 pm (UTC)No lunch for me today.
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Date: 2003-10-14 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-10-14 05:56 pm (UTC)Worst I've seen was a mummified mouse. Little bugger had been electrocuted I think.
Did you tell this woman to get her house roach sprayed before she forks out any more $$ on another box? [shakes head] People never cease to amaze me.
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Date: 2003-10-14 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-02 07:08 pm (UTC)This is when I call my friends in the millitary. The ones that are always looking for targets to put on the artillary range.
Some where I have a video of pikachu exploding in about 3 frames.
Defintly need a slow motion camera next time.