My
wireless system decided at the worst possible time—the day before I had to
leave for a death vigil—to quit printing things. I called my computer guy, left
a panicked message. He called back. (He’d been visiting his 92-year-old mother
in the hospital.) Tried to talk me through it, then drove over, fixed it.
Sounds like he's a keeper.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you
What a sweetie. And when I became self-employed, I found the lack of a "computer help desk" the hardest transition to make. (Almost. The salary disappearing was a big one too.)
ReplyDeleteIt is always good to have a computer guy/gal.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazingly decent guy.
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