“You damaged the ‘on’ button and the entire screen is shattered. The cellphone appears completely inoperable. I can’t technically perform these repairs in my office as I specialize in fixing computers. However, I can contact an external provider which I’m affiliated with who may be of assistance. Also is that laptop you abandoned in my shop years ago, still functioning?” Sam inquired.
Billy was astounded about the acuity of Sam’s long-term memory. He could distinctly recollect the sordid state of the laptop he presented to him four years ago.
“Yes, it still works perfectly well. The cooling system you installed has prevented future short-circuiting issues. Denver was unseasonably wretched yesterday, which is very odd for early spring,” Billy retorted.
He resolved that if these inexplicable heatwaves became a persistent pattern in Denver, then he would have to move to an apartment which actually featured air conditioning. Fortunately, Denver was never prone to catastrophic hurricanes and tornados, akin to numerous other states. The prominent mountains and its central location, were obvious deterrents from the ravages of cyclonic natural disasters.
“I can only retrieve half of the numbers on your contact list and thirty percent of the files. Did you not back them up on Google Cloud?” Sam inquired.
Billy regretted undermining Cindy’s managerial position. In actuality, she was the store manager. He was so overwhelmed in self-inflicted sorrow that he ignorantly misconstrued her as an incompetent employee. Had this impaired judgement been one of the reasons that Cheryl fired him on Monday?
He acknowledged for over an entire quarter that he had been operating in an inexcusable “mental fog”. It was as if a grey pall had descended on critical portions of his brain that obfuscated the portions devoted to problem solving, planning and decision making. He had erroneously dismissed this as fatigue.
He presumed this mental fog would dissipate once he improved his sleep and dietary habits. Conversely, it persisted like a hazardous set of high beams blaring continuously into a living room. Something was detrimentally eroding his cognitive faculties. His haphazard destruction of his only remaining cell phone this morning, following the neurological fit of the previous evening underscored this growing problem.
“Do you think that external provider can actually repair the cell phone?” Billy abruptly inquired.
Evidently, the data retrieval process was futile, which Cindy had poignantly highlighted earlier. Indisputably, he had overlooked the error message Google Cloud had delivered to his phone last October. Now he was paying for this negligence.
“Look Billy, there are no guarantees. I could submit it to a company called Avian. They specialize in complex cell phone repairs. It will require a minimum of fourteen business days. Avian only utilizes an express Courier which is an extra $500.00. You do know about the recent US Postal Strike right?” Sam succinctly replied.
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