Davey Winder
Thursday, 16 October 2008 05:23
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I have experienced just how frustrating owning an Xbox 360 can be, with my console being repaired for a second time after being returned from the first repair in a totally broken state. Here's the inside skinny on how Microsoft put the X back into my box and reversed the red rings of death.
Having owned an Xbox 360 Elite since soon after
release here in the UK, it took just under a year for me to discover
that
Microsoft had not solved the red rings of death problem after all.
A couple of weeks later, and having seen my Xbox 360 Elite sent off to
Microsoft for repair, I finally got the games console back in my hands.
Encouraged by the accompanying letter from Microsoft that informed me
how the console had "
been tested extensively using both manual and
computer diagnostics"
to ensure it was in tip top working condition.
Imagine my surprise when I opened the box and discovered a rattling
Xbox that was never going to work, and would certainly never have
passed any diagnostics testing I would have run past it. And so it was
I found myself on the telephone arranging for it to be sent straight
back to Microsoft so it could repair the damage it had apparently
inflicted upon my innocent console.
Well, I say 'straight back' but of course I mean another week while
another shipping box is sent to pack it and the PSU that the
support
chap insists needs to be tested for reasons beyond my ken.
There are two types of horror story in my book, the hack and slash
everyone dies type and the Hollywood polished version with a happy
ending. After another week or so I would discover which applied to my
tale of Xbox repair Hell.
This second time around, and having already alerted the Microsoft Press
Office so I could get some
official Microsoft comment on the situation, the
entire process was being closely monitored by a support escalation
manager.
He suggested, to speed things up, I accept a replacement (for which read
refurbished) Xbox rather than wait for Microsoft engineers to
presumably try and find out exactly which hammer they had smashed the
insides of my Elite with and spend some time gluing it all back together
again.
By this point in time I would probably have accepted the offer of a
shoebox painted black with Xbox written in crayon on the side to be honest.
Fortunately, I accepted the replacement console instead.
How long did it take to get back, did it work, did Microsoft compensate
me for my mental anguish and loss of computerised babysitter for my
kids? Find out on page 2...
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