Apple has its claws sunk DEEP into the Kurpels. Deep.
We noticed the problem about two months ago- Todd's ipod touch wasn't holding a charge or syncing to my MacBook. No big- a quick call to customer service should fix us right up. I get the new guy on the phone and it takes us 2 hours to determine that I need a new operating system because the new software updates on all new Apple products will not talk with my old MacBook. I got it in 2006, basically eons ago in the tech world.
So, Todd's new toy wouldn't talk with the laptop so we headed with all of our apples stuffs to the Apple store in Center City. You know what sucks? The Apple Store in Center City.
We asked Quadir for the new system (after waiting for our appointment 30 minutes after the actual appointment time passed) and he said he'd call when it was ready.
Get a call an hour later for another gentleman to tell us the hard drive was on the way out so any altering would most likely fry it. We had two options: $1000 for the upgrade for a new system or...$130 for a new hard drive.
Seriously. A $870 difference. We ask second sir what the draw back was of putting a new hard drive in. Nothing notable. Do it. Sold.
But. A moment of sheer terror. Just a moment. It erases EVERYTHING on the computer. Everything. Wedding address spreadsheets, honeymoon pictures, Todd's infamous Water Song. Everything.
I'm in need of a fresh start so I didn't even blink when he asked- is everything backed up?
Yup. Do it.
Ten minutes later- new hard drive, problem solved. And the burden of cleaning out five year old files lifted.
This probably speaks of the way I handle problems- I said in passing to Todd this weekend- wouldn't it be nice if we had the cats out of the house and everything we consider important and then it just all burnt down? To be freed from our crap?
Wouldn't it be nice?
Who wants to come by and take it all?
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So glad I spent countless hours in grade school and high school making giant scrapbooks (10 of them) that dont even fit into one of those bigass rubbermaid containers.
Ooo a napkin from the soph!
A-MEN.
half of our household goods have been in a POD for 2 months now. i don't miss a thing and am dreading the day when all that crap moves back in with us!