Fuc***g bunch of half-@$$ stupid bastards!!! I took care to call the place where I was about to buy the Deskstar and they told me they had plenty in stock and I didn't have to worry if I would come in the early afternoon to pick up a drive. What happened when I went there 1 hour and a half later? Nope, no drive at all. !"¢¢¾¬¦£@%!!!!!!! Just a bunch of lazy peddlers occupied to talk about they they meanless lives and totally clueless why someone told me they had it stock.
ARRGGGHH!!! Too bad there are cameras there, I would have taken no prisonners. I first ask about the drive to a dummy (The first time I went there, that same lame ignorant told me that it makes no difference if a CD-ROM reader has a maximum advertized speed of 40x or 52X because, according to his endless knowledge, no CD-ROM reader can read quicker than 36X, and he wasn't talking about the average transfer speed - I told him we learn something new each day) on the other side of the counter. Negative answer. Because I insisted, he turned to "the local pro of the shop" (a know-it-all arch-peddler that everyone could mistake for a car seller) who told me the same thing. He then asked me if I would like a 60+ instead. I answered that I wanted a 80GB drive. He just told me that he had a 80GB 60+ in stock, not remarking that I looked at him like he if was escaped from a psy hospital. I then asked him what is a 60+ for him. He replied (as if I was the clueless customer) that it was a Maxtor. An 80GB Maxtor 60+, yeah right. The imbecile probably memorized the model number of the last generation of Maxtor drives and will use it untill mainstream drives reach 300GB capacities.
I turned back and exit the store before I kill someone. All these knowledge-free peddlers have qualified to become HP vomit box sellers in my book, but they have no business in the DIY market. And don't tell them they are wrong, they ARE the professionals and you're the know-nothing guy. I'm lucky not to carry a weapon on myself and to drive a small car, or else I would currently be driving North in search of a lost spot to deposit the five corpses in large green bags that would be on my back seat.
