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September 2, 2003

Why I won't recommend Dell (even thought I like their product)

Over the past year or so, Dell has offshored most of their tech support to Bangalore, India. Now I understand that a company has a bottom line, and must make a profit to survive. But. Dell may teach their support folks (some) English, but they are woefully tech-ignorant, and are obviously going from a scriptbook.

Example: a work-related call two weeks ago. Video is bad. It's built into the motherboard, so I need a new motherboard. After going through the name, address, number rigmarole, I told him the problem, and what I needed. The following conversation ensued:

Tech: (long pause)That model has integrated video.

Me: Yes.

Tech: (another long pause, visions of flipping pages)Have you tried re-seating the video card?

Me: *sigh* The video is integrated.

It went downhill from there. An hour and a half later, I finally got him to send the motherboard I needed. "Lather, rinse, repeat" for the second PC for which I needed a motherboard.

Unfortunately this has become typical for Dell. I think that this kind of short-term thinking is going to come back and bite Dell, and other companies who implement the same policy, in the butt.

I love Dell computers, but, for just this reason, I won't recommend them to non-techies anymore.

Dell may save money in the short run, but will that make up for the long-term loss of customer loyalty/return business?

UPDATE: Dell has moved their support department back stateside. ALL HAIL THE POWER OF THE BLOGOSPHERE! heh.



Why I won't recommend Blogger (even though I'm using them)

So I decide to do a little post-publish polishing on the entry below. I get it all just so, hit publish...whaaa?

BLANK WHITE SCREEN

So I check the template, and BLOGGER HAS DELETED THE WHOLE BLEEPIN' THING!

That's why I have a 6-month-old template up with an out-of-date blogroll.

Anyone want to help me set this thing up on Movable Type? City Desk? NOTEPAD?



Why I LOVE Google

So I'm sitting here, not looking forward to rebuilding my entire weblog. Suddenly, I hear a voice: "Ahem, Google."

1. Do a Google search on this blog
2. Click on "cached"
3. Select view source from menu
4. Cut & paste into template
5. VOILA! it's good as new!

I LOVE GOOGLE!

I HATE BLOGGER! (*spit!*)

The request for MT help still stands. Oh, and the YACCS comment system is pulling a Blogger, so any good samaritans will have to email me.



September 4, 2003

The Circle of Life

My daughter, Sarah, turns 15 today at 3:04PM CST.

Where does the time go?

It seems like yesterday that we were going to the hospital at Mather AFB. Jill's labor took forever, the pain finally stopped by an emergency Caesarian. While Jill recovered from the anesthesia, I was privileged to give Sarah her first sustenance.

Laying there on my arm, head at my elbow and feet barely reaching my fingertips, I was in love. I fell hard and have never recovered.

I wasn't there for Sarah's first, tentative steps. Jill had moved back to Texas with Sarah to start her first teaching job, while I stayed behind in California to finish my tour of duty.

It took a long time for me to learn what it is to be a father, and I've made more than my share of mistakes. But I've learned that it's never too late to pick the torch back up and take off running again.

I remember her first laughter.

I remember her first day of Kindergarten.

I remember Christmas Eve, staying up half the night with my best friend, putting together her first dollhouse.

I remember when she was hurt by a friend, wishing I could take away the heartache, but only being able to hold her in my arms.

I remember her first day in Jr. High, then High School.

I remember all the hugs she has ever given, and how warm they make me feel inside.

I remember all these things, and more. But I don't remember her growing from that little baby into a beautiful young woman. Yet, somehow, when I wasn't looking, it happened.

The hardest part is learning to let go. I so want to protect her from all the bumps and potholes along life's road. Unfortunately, it is those very bumps & potholes which help us learn about life itself.

Someday, I'll have the privilege of giving her away when she marries that one special man. I know he'll be special, because I'm not going to give her away to just anyone. I know it won't be easy. I guess I just have to let go, a bit at a time.

I love you, Sarah. You are the apple of my eye, and the most special young lady in the universe. I am so proud of you.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.