To know me is to know my love for my TiVo. I have spent three hours today tending to my TiVo, yet it still spurns my efforts to fix the problem at hand (only one day of programming left! aaahhh!).
I go to Best Buy to purchase one of the TiVo-compatible wired network adapters. Of course, they only have one off of the entire list and it costs $50. Fine, whatever, as long as I can record How I Met Your Mother tomorrow night. Some dude that works at Best Buy comes over to ask me if I need anything and I ask him if that's the only wired network adapter they carry for TiVo. He says yes and that they highly recommend that adapter. Of course you do, it's $50. Anyways, I buy it. And a Pixies cd.
So I get home, make myself a cup of tea and get to fixing the TiVo. I hook up the adapter and it keeps telling me something about a DHCP server or something. Whatever. I call TiVo. It goes something like this:
Me: Hi, I bought a wired Linksys network adapter - model USB200M - this afternoon and my TiVo is giving me a message re: a DHCP server.
Him: Okay, ma'am (very not cool to call me "ma'am", by the way), do you have it hooked up to your wireless router?
Me: No.
Him: (Very snottily) Ma'am, I don't see how you expect this to work if it's not hooked up to your wireless router.
Me: It's a wired adapter. I don't need to hook it into the wireless router for this.
Him: Okay.
Okay, guy, you WORK at TiVo. If I'm telling you how it works, that does not instill confidence. Also, I'm sure he thought I was just some stupid girl who didn't have her TiVo plugged in or something.
Also, Best Buy guy, you suck. This is, by far, the crappiest piece of electronic periphery I have ever purchased in my life. It literally fell apart in my hands. I'm returning it immediately. (Well, not IMMEDIATELY - the store is like 10 minutes away and it's cold out.)
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I have to say, it wasn't my favorite HIMYM but good. Also I just got season one for 20 at Borders. I also got season two of the Office for 20. I'm a sucker for Borders Rewards emails.
If my sister ever decided to read this (and no, Erin, being busy is not an excuse), she would say that she works at Borders. I actually had to stop getting the Borders Rewards emails - it always made me feel guilty for not going to Borders.
Also, thank you for commenting.
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