Separation Anxiety


On December 9, 2002, I prchased a new macintosh ibook. I instantly became addicted to having this little machine with me at all times, and having access to information any time I needed it. I do everything online - pay my bills, email, my school webpage, my blog, and I look things up CONSTANTLY. If a thought even wanders through my mind in the form of a question I don't know the answer to, I immediately look it up. I am a computer junkie.

A couple of days ago, my screen began having problems. If I moved it beyond an 85 degree angle, it went blank. I took my beloved little machine in to the Apple store today. What an experience. First, I was amazed at how busy the store was. People were everywhere, all looking at the neatguy Apple gadgets (ipods, etc) and cool looking computers. I marched up to one the said computers, and added my name to the queue for the "genius bar." Yes, people, all troubleshooting at the Apple store is done at the genuis bar (which means fat guys with ponytails in blue shirts).

I explained my issue to Stan the Genius, who began filling out paperwork. He explained to me that he was going to have to send my beloved away for awhile. Apparently seeing the shock on my face, his voice became more gentle and he asked me a few more questions. "Has this ever been dropped?" At this, my eyes widened, my lips parted, and an awful noise came from my throat. "This...is my BABY!" Stan looks at me, throws his hands up, and says "ok, ok, I didn't mean to imply and nanny baby shaking behavior, I just have to ask." And it goes on from there.

Finally, all paperwork aside, the time has come for me to release custody. Stan gives me a last sympathetic look, and says, " I know this is hard. But I promise, it will be in the best possible hands." I can do nothing but nod dumbly, and walk away, already feeling cut off from society. My only consolation is that upon pick up, i will outfit my little guy with an upgraded operating system and the new neat guy router thing they came up with, all as an apology to my pet for boarding it for a week or so.

And so my friends, this is my last electronic communication with you in any form for the next 5-7 days (or longer). Puke.

Fare the well.