Yesterday was a dark day in my world nerds, Eugene (my Mac), had a little hiccup and I had to take him to the Genius Bar. I always dread going to the Mac doctor; I think they're going to take him and delete my settings, documents and 10 solid days of music...I just can't deal with that. I got up extremely early and finished the assignments that were due last night, turned Eugene off and drove to the hospital. I'm not kidding when I say I was having mild panic attacks. I even called my parents okay? It was serious. I get to the store and my Genius, Kevin, just created a new location with my airport. (Don't you feel stupid when they fix it in 2 seconds?) Anyway, the file was corrupt and just needed to be deleted, who knew?
Here's the kicker, I walked into my class and started talking about it with my classmates. The group is mixed but I'm the youngest person in there...everyone is about 27-40, there's only 4 people under 27, myself included. Everyone over 27 was upset that I would have to buy a new computer; everyone under 27 was upset that I couldn't check my Facebook/e-mail/Twitter. Then they realized I have an iPhone and all was well in the universe. (Yes, I love Mac's...I'm 23...I'm supposed to dur. I'm their target and I love it) The younger people were up in arms about checking Facebook during breaks, the older ones were upset about the financial cost. Who knew 4 years could make such a difference.
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