Imagine you’re on a deadline. Imagine it’s all going well — to the wire, but well. Then, imagine you turn on your laptop and see this:
Upgrade might be delayed slightly — I need to get the ol’ workhorse repaired to actually be able to complete my edits. I’ve got a loaner laptop at the moment, but there will still be … issues.
Naturally, all data is backed up and the manuscript appears to be totally intact, so life isn’t over — life has just hit a wee snag.
One of the curious things about this has been the repair process. I dropped the machine off at our local repair agents for Apple hardware (they are the dudes — there are no other dudes), who said, “Oh, yeah. Right. Sure. Looks fucked, bro. Oh, and our tech’s away now. Can we, I don’t know, get back to you in a week? It might be longer, but it might be a week.”
That’s not a week for a fix, but a diagnosis. So get this: our Apple agents here have just the one technician. While I don’t want to move away from paradise to a more densely populated city, I am envious of people with actual Apple stores where Apple people work. Having delegated agents who can’t even muster up three fucks to give? That’s bad.