Dec 222010

I’m going to geek out here. It relates to dating. Kinda. But then what doesn’t?

Mostly this relates to my productivity or lack there of.  Earlier this year, my main computer died. It was a MAC mini that my ex made me buy, aka bought for me.

It’s not completely dead.. but hovering around there so close that I can’t do any work on it. It’s so old that it has an 80 gb HD. Since I never actually store anything on my computer (a lesson I learned quickly from using PC’s which died on me endlessly requiring formatting, thus the loss of all my data) the size of the HD never mattered, but it does tell you how old the damn thing is.

So I was left with my psychotic laptop. I’ve always had psychotic laptops. Mostly hand-me-downs from my ex, but worked well for accessing a couple webpages, chatting on IM, or watching DVD’s, which was all I ever really used it for. So having a little psychosis to deal with wasn’t a big deal, until I actually needed to do work.

And work was exactly what I needed to do. I needed to write stuff, create stuff, make an actual real resume with spell check and functions. I needed to be able to run 10 pages at once for research, and toggle between the 10 at ease while I wrote up a research document.

I needed to be able to access my calendar, move documents to my phone with ease, access pictures, access anything..

Now while my psychotic laptop isn’t that old, it is psychotic. Most of the issue is with the trackpad. If you touch the keyboard in the right place, rest your wrists on the wrong place, or simply touch it with less than extremely reverent moves.. you can lose your entire work, close a page you didn’t mean to, or end up 4 websites away from the one you were looking at.

Which most of that is recoverable.. but it takes time, its frustrating, and distracts you from actually doing what you were doing.  While I’ve not been technically diagnosed with ADD, I guarantee you I have it. Distractions are not what I need.

The last straw was that the damn laptop had gotten some kind of virus. I don’t know what, or where, or how to locate it. McAfee seems to think it’s fine and dandy and there’s no problem. But when the psychotic laptop leaps whole heartedly into schizophrenic, you know there’s a problem.

Oh and don’t get me started on the whole having to restart the damn thing all the time.

Yes, I got spoiled with my MAC.

So it’s getting near the time of bill paying, and I realize that I’m going to have to log in to my bank via my diseased laptop, and I’m wondering about the risks of that. (The laptop did not come with format disks, and I don’t have an extra copy of Window’s lying around)

So I start tossing around the idea in my head of getting a new MAC. I can’t afford it, but I do have functioning credit cards. Do I? Should I?

I decide to shop around. I look. Tease myself with Apple’s store. Pretend to build my own MAC just special for me. Drool. Think about it some more.

Then yesterday I went to the Apple Store, to touch and feel and make sure of which one I wanted so I could drool better while pretending to shop online. It was swamped with people, but I managed to try out a few of the MACs.

“This one is way too small”

“Oh this was is way too big”

“Oh, this one is just right!”

Then comes along the sales-geek. Hot sales geek. Cute. Sweet. Single. (No really we talked about dating… no no not each other, but you know.. the dating life.)

He tells me that Apple is having a sale and I can get my MacBook Pro for $200 off. But that wasn’t all.. there was discounts on everything.

Apple.. Apple having a… SALE????

Yeah, it didn’t take me long. Hello Credit Card.

I brought it home and stared at the unopened package, hoping that I’d be smart and return it.  I was waiting for buyers remorse to kick in.

Nope, I still wanted it. So I thought, well I might as well try it out. Worst case, I have to pay $150 restocking fee.

I opened it, turned it on, and began to check my sites, and do some fun stuff. Not even work stuff, but fun stuff.

I almost started crying. It was working. I mean it really was doing what I told it to.. no arguments.. no thinking about it for minutes.. no backtalk. I managed to get done, even with entering passwords in from scratch to each site, I managed to get everything I needed done in 1/3 the time that it would have taken me on my old laptop.. without any frustration.

It felt like heaven. It still does today, even though I don’t have half of my files transferred over yet or anything. I’ve managed to do more work today on it, than I have in weeks.  I can access all my emails quickly again. My calendars are all in one place again. Life is easy, simple, and breathable again.

I guess I’m not returning the laptop. I’ll find a way to pay for it, even if I have to start working the street corner.

You can have my MacBook, when you pry it out of my cold dead hands.

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