I’m so frustrated!!! My wonderful new (as of August) MacBook is in the shop for repairs. I haven’t been able to access my blog since Thursday, and I can’t believe that I have become so addicted in such a short time!
On Friday afternoon, my lovely lappy will not start up. The flashing light to indicate that it’s sleeping is visible, but I can’t make it wake up. Darling Daughter is pressed into service, but she too is unsuccessful. She suggests that I have drained the battery (because apparently, even laptops need to be plugged in sometimes) and if that’s the case, it might take a little time to recharge enough to work. Fair enough, I think, and leave it plugged in while I trot off to the hairdresser.
When I come home, still nothing. But now we notice that the tiny green light on the adapter power cord isn’t lit, which indicates a problem with either the electricity source or the power cord itself. DD switches plugs several times, but still no light. Must be the power cord. Good thing the computer is still under warranty.
So off I head to the store where I purchased my MacBook last summer, armed with my MacBook itself and the suspect adapter power cord. I explain my problem to a very nice fellow called Sean, who says we’d just better check to see if the computer boots up with one of their power cords. To my horror, it does not! He even takes the battery out, thinking that maybe the computer is trying to use it instead of the electrical cord, but still nothing. I am right pissed off at this point, but what can I do? Obviously it is something more than a wonky power cord.
I sign my MacBook over to the store for repairs, but naturally their Mac techie isn’t in until Monday. “How long will it take?” I wail. “I neeeeeeeeed my computer!”
Not too long, Sean tells me. There are only two computers in the repair queue ahead of mine, and if parts are required, they will only take two days to arrive. Only. Are there no overnight couriers on this planet?
I stomp home. I’m mad. But as the weekend wears on, I get very agitated. I don’t know what to do with myself. I wander the house. I reread old magazines. I watch bad TV. I nap. I am bored. I am craving … my computer.
But I go to work on Monday and I have a computer there. During my lunch break (because God forbid I surf on company time), I try to get into my blog. I say try, because my computer keeps crashing. I can only get so far, then my browser quits. Every single time. Piece of junk three-year-old iMac! Doesn’t it know who I am? Doesn’t it know that I am in … withdrawal?
But all is not lost. Today I beg DD to let me use hers, “just for an hour!” In return, I promise to buy her a really wonderful Christmas present. She doesn’t really believe me, but she does toss me this bone before she goes off for a walk and leaves me to it: Her BoyFriend is a techie for the same company that currently has my MacBook, but at a different location. He has taken it upon himself to contact the techie at my location and ask him to work on my computer right away. Amazingly, this guy agrees and when HBF contacts him again to see what was going on, he is told that it was possible to boot up the computer so it’s not as serious as originally thought, and that some part is already on order and should be here tomorrow. Therefore I should get my laptop back tomorrow.
I blink and start to breathe normally again.
Hi, I’m Pinklea and I’m a computer addict.