Hi, I’m back. Did you miss me?
My Mac had an attack and had to be taken to the Apple store. Luckily, it is always possible to sell old MacBook or to get it repaired. The frequent visits to the service centre had me thinking of buying a samsung u28e590d on amazon and a CPU corresponding to its specifications.
I am terrified of the geeky geniuses behind the genius bar. I admit it; they flat out intimidate me. Before I head into the store, I put on the coolest clothes I own, and make sure I’ve cleaned the Mac screen for fingerprints and the keyboard for chip crumbs and dog hair. I show up exactly on time for my appointment with the genius bar geek.
When I arrive, I try very hard to maintain a position somewhere between I’m pretty cool—after all I do own a Mac, iPad and iPhone—and I’m old enough to be your mother. As the geek examines my machine, I often silently wonder why I did not pay attention to the Snow White fairytale and just say “no” to the apple. The guy at Dell never intimidated me when making an appointment to come to my house. When the genius takes my Mac to the back, I’m always certain he will return accompanied by a guy dressed all in black who will flash a badge and inform me that he is from the Department of Mac Protective Services. He will then accuse me of typing with my fingernails, eating chips near the keyboard, cleaning the screen with the wrong type of cloth (and add with complete disgust) a little spit. I tell him I only did this once, but he is already walking away with my Mac. I want to call someone, anyone, to come and plead in my defense, but can’t risk pulling my iPhone from my purse.
When the genius returns alone and tells me the repair is covered under warrantee, I hardly whine at learning I will be without my Mac for 4 days. When the genius suggests I buy a keyboard cover, I readily agree. When I mention that I will be using my iPad while my Mac is being repaired, he suggests a keyboard if I don’t already own one—it will make using my iPad even easier. I say yes and thank you for being so helpful, gather my purchases and leave the store without my Mac or my money, and then I wait.
I forlornly wait. I would not dream of calling to check on my Mac or trying to rush things along. Cole lets me use his computer after midnight and before 7 AM. I try to bond with the iPad and its new keyboard, but it’s just not the same. I wake up in the middle of the night and miss my Mac’s glow from beside my bed. Since I am awake and alone, I try to use Cole’s gaming computer, but it is heavy, loud, and his mouse is more like a rat. I muse that if I was a responsible mom, I would check up on his virtual life while I had the chance, but I’m not that responsible.
Today, the call came. My Mac was repaired, stable and ready to come home. Cole and I dashed to the Apple store. I checked in and the Apple employee looked at me and said, “I have to tell you, I just love your outfit!” Wow! The Genius loved my outfit!
This is my Apple Outfit (not me) LOVE BLUE FISH
They brought out my Mac, made me sign in triplicate, and sent me on my way.
My Mac is back and I am happy. I survived, but barely. I don’t have any desire whatsoever to go back to a simpler time when computers were still science fiction.
What about you, how do you survive when you have to leave the virtual world and face reality? Tell me!! I am dying to know…
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