I now know what it feels like to give a child up for adoption.
Ok, that’s a bit dramatic, but I experienced a great loss yesterday.
My beloved MacBook Pro fell severely ill. And no amount of mouth to mouth could bring him back.
After a visit to the Genius Bar, I was informed I would have to part with him for five to seven business days, which for me is as tragic as making a heroin addict go cold turkey.
To add to my misery, the genius told me I also might lose all of my files. All of them. All seven thousand photos. All six thousand songs. All of my videos. All of my porn! Tragedy!
I had never bothered backing up my system, because “I’m never going to have a problem where I would need to.”
Excuse me, waiter, but do you have some ketchup I can put on my words before I eat them?
Needless to say, I’m currently mortified that I will be without my computer and potentially lose everything that was on it.
And also a bit mortified that whomever works on my computer to fix it will undoubtedly get a gander at some pictures that were meant for my eyes only.
Whoops!
Leaving the Genius Bar while it stayed behind felt like what I imagine a parent feels as their child leaves home for college.
The only potentially good thing that can come out of this experience is that I may actually find the time to clean my apartment.