stereotypical single woman

At least that’s what it felt like yesterday. I had to take my beloved MacBook into the Apple Store for some open-book surgery.

I would first like to stress that, unlike last time, this trip to the Genius Bar was not due to a dumbass mistake on my part. All had I wanted to do was listen to disc 2 of NPR’s Driveway Moments. And since I had listened to disc 1 the day earlier I honestly didn’t think it was that big of a request. It was from the library so I had even double checked it for extra labels or anything that might get caught, but it was clean. Without any reservations I popped it into the optical drive. And, after I listened to it, it refused to come out.

So, as with all my problems, I first got online to check out possible solutions. I read all the key combinations to press that’s supposed to magically make ANYTHING pop out of your laptop, but alas, nothing worked. Since I had nothing planned after class yesterday I opted to go online (during class of course) to make an appointment at the Apple Store instead of voiding the warranty by trying to get the disc out myself. I didn’t spend all that extra money on the Apple Care for nothing. Plus it’s always good to go to Somerset, a mall I love to walk around in, but will never be able to afford to buy anything at.

Despite the weather (snow! finally! I love snow in December. Hate it in February and March, but right now it’s great, not much left this morning though*) I managed to get there early. And despite the enormous crowd (seriously, there were so many men in that store, and therefore so much testosterone, that if a woman was in there too long there’s a good chance she’d start growing facial hair) my appointment at the Genius Bar got bumped up because Tim M. (whoever he is) didn’t show. So I pulled out the laptop, told the the handsome genius** what my problem was, and he holds down the key on the mousepad while the computer starts up, and the disc immediately pops out. Making me look like a dumb woman, but oh well (seriously, I had tried that at least 20 times but….) Anyway, I laugh and ask if I get any kind of award for being the easiest customer of the day, preferably a Leopard upgrade or an extra gig of RAM installed for free. He just laughed and said we should probably put the disc back in and make sure the drive will pop it out again, just to make sure nothing was wrong with the drive.

Three more guys and 45 minutes later the disc was still in the computer. So my precious baby had to be checked in and taken apart to have it extracted. I felt a lump in my throat as I signed the forms, like I was signing the consent forms for experimental open heart surgery. I have become that dependent on this little white notebook - it’s how I communicate, how I do my school work, and it holds everything - my pictures, my papers in progress, my unpublished blogs, my porn…… But this morning I picked her up and everything’s fine. Surgery went well, the disc is out and in one piece. And all the porn is still on my computer, safe and sound.

And what was wrong with the disk? The ink on it was applied to heavily, making it too thick to come out of the drive.

Seriously, I’m not joking. This time NPR broke my computer, not me.

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**Quick question - have the guys at the Genius Bar always been this hot? Or is it just because I’m a sex-starved single woman desperate for male attention that having four guys - all straight, all single (at least there were no rings), and all with brains- standing around me, all joking around and talking geeky, and all playing with my laptop, completely turned me on.