Ummm. If you are driving in silicon valley and you see an HP building, just let me assure you that it is an empty building. Even if the parking lot is full? There is no one in that building. You see people? Holograms.
Trying to get anything from this company has proved to be a phone maze of button pushing which is entertaining as some kind of meta-game of commerce, but when you are looking to perform an efficient and timely business transaction, you don't have time to play meta-games.
I seriously have no idea how this company sells anything outside of ink, but they do have an elaborate system of license granting and e-mail procurement that leaves people completely out of the loop. They should remove all of the jpegs on their web site that show people and just put phone keypads. Seriously. They have me by the balls on this because I need the product and I especially need the license so that I can get the patches I need to get Internet Explorer to work again after their demo version killed it this weekend. Fuck. Not a huge fan of HP right now, yet feel closer to them than I did a week ago because of all the time we've spent together lately.
Also, I'm a little suspect (sounds like a midget pickpocket) of their disdain towards people. When did SkyNet become self-aware? 1997? I'm not going to point any fingers, but could HP be the company that is going to turn against the human race with it's phone recording, button mashing army?
Monday, March 17, 2008
Huge Pain
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I work at HP! Sir, I exist!
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