My trusted iMac died on me this morning. No signs of life what so ever.
It was a curious mix of emotions. Terror at the prospect of losing a day’s work at a time when I really have no time to lose… Smugness at the fact that I’d backed up all my essential files (only recently). Annoyance at the prospect of having to fork out for a new machine just before Christmas. Delirium at the prospect of a genuine excuse to buy a new machine just before Christmas.
I took the big beast to the Genius Bar, so they could pronounce it dead for me.
Surrounded by the newer incarnations my once spectacular machine looked old and worn. I was starting to think this was all for the best.
After a quick examination the three-powerbook-using genius behind the bar tells me that it might not be as bad as we all first thought. I freeze in panic thinking that he’ll tell me that I’d forgotten to plug it in or some other dignity-ending stupidity.
Turns out it has a fault with the power supply. A common problem with a certain batch of iMacs, which is relatively easy to sort out.
“Aaah..that’s great.” I say, genuinely relieved – but trying not to sound disappointed.
“If we have the part, someone can replace it for you now.”
“Great!” I say.
“Yup, we seem to have the part”.
I carried the old iMac out of there again, heaping praise on the staff for their unquestionably superb service.
The machine back on it’s old place, where I earlier in the day had wiped the space clean in anticipation of a new arrival.
No, really, it’s great.
But you know…