Gentle reader, if you remember in a prior post I lamented about the death of my MacBook Pro.
Well, this evening, I called apple knowing I was out of warranty, but they were going to try to help resurrect my Mac.In the meantime, here in Jim’s office, I had three dogs under my feet and the desk.Jim wasn’t very happy with that, and was literally dragging my heart, my Zush, out of the office and as he did, the power cord fell down and we reconnected it.
Not only did the computer come on, but also it is charging.
I feel as though I have gotten wind back in my sails thanks to Zush and Jim’s short fuse. Otherwise, we would have been lamenting a potential trip to the Apple store. Instead, all we need is a new mac power cord!
God,I miss my Powerbook.
I am typing on an HP that is like a dinosaur.Awkward, unstable, and mostly slow.
Lola’s family is leaving for vacation for two weeks and she is here at Zush and Kas camp to hang out.We go way back with Lola-she is a year younger than Zush so they are good buddies.It’ll be a blast to be a three dog house for a bit.
Hopefully, Lola will keep me from missing my Mac too much.
My Mac Book Pro died.
Maybe I should say I am watching it in ICU right now, as it is plugged in and yet it won’t start-up. The power cord is lit, and there is a faint flicker of green light on the charging cord.
My Apple is my right arm, but considering the recent encounters with my iPhone 6, well, Jim had mentioned that I wasn’t really on the best of terms with Apple. I just really wasn’t needing to go through this right now, you know. I do understand that things happen when you least expect it.To add insult to injury, it’s my Friday night and I am so tired now I can hardly see straight..
I will keep you posted as to the heartbeat of my Apple…..if you see tears on my blog, you’ll know what happened.
So here my phone is sitting in the ziplock bag of rice.
I am fortunate enough that Jim and I and able to step backward, as it were, to resume our old phones, until this gets figured out, one way or another.
Today, My BFF Kate and I took the ferry over to Lewes, Delaware, and of course I took some pictures.Nowhere as nice as my iPhone 6 would have taken, but I took the pictures nonetheless.I know that I didn’t have this happen on purpose, but the fact is it did happen.I KNOW it is something that will always haunt me.
Right now I am feeling pretty low: some things happen that just seem to kick you in the butt and land you on the ground, and then other things seem to be the foot holding your butt down on the ground and is stopping you from getting up again.
I am going to keep praying on this to hope I get out of this lousy slump.I know the grass is always greener on the other side but this has gotten past that point.I have always been a fighter and hope to muster myself up and ready to get out there and fight another day.
Bear with me gentle reader while I recap what has happened with this iPhone. I received the new one from Verizon and it was defective.So I went to Apple to order a new phone. I mean this was their brand new phone, let them replace it, right?
Got a new phone back, and then needed a Sim card that Verizon had to order and mail to me.Then I ordered a protective glass from a company on Amazon, which arrived broken.So what else can happen?
While trying to get ready for my company today, I threw a bath mat and some dirty clothes in the washer……ALONG WITH MY iPHONE.
Here’s hoping the back of rice works.
I am on the phone with Apple.
Upgraded my phone and went to the iPhone 6. Got it out of the box and guess what? The only way I can hear any calls is via speaker.I figured I’d call Apple directly since it was a brand, spanking new iPhone.After promising my first through last-born fur children of mine, they fed-ex’d out a new iPhone 6 for me.
What they didn’t tell me?
Verizon requires a NEW sim card in order to activate the replacement phone. It goes without saying that Verizon is now sending me, allegedly in two business days, a new Sim card. So I was hoping that today, my Friday, I could spend setting up the new phone.
So here I sit, on hold with Apple, ready to slit my throat.
I think I might have gotten to the point where my love affair with apple products is seriously in jeopardy.
Stay tuned.For now, the hand is still empty, and am thinking of stringing two Tropicana orange juice cans together.
I should preface this post by saying that I usually have no issues with Verizon.
My iPhone 5c hung in there with no issues, until I started missing calls when the phone was either in my lap, 5 feet away or about 10 feet away.I called tech support on Thursday and bam! New, or should I say, rehabbed phone fed ex’ed out to me by 1:30PM today.
There began my trouble.
I have questionable hands.Meaning, between a touch of carpal tunnel and a pinched nerve, I had to insert the SIM card in the new phone.Uh-huh…ain’t happening.I get Jim to try to do it.He does it, we get it in and the phone reads no Sim card inserted.
Then I made the mistake of calling tech support for a verbal walk through, I get a guy named Mark, and his big contribution to helping me out outside of being really obnoxious? He transferred my call to Apple.The gal at Apple says to me that Verizon has the SIM card, and THEY are the ones who should be helping me with this: I agreed with her.
I went on-line to tech support and got someone named Shelly who at least tried to assist me.After 45 minutes, I thanked her, and walked to my neighbor, who I just had seen drive into his driveway and he fixed the phone in 5 minutes.
The moral of this story? Stay away from Mark, the phone tech from hell at Verizon.
Uh, Mark? No thanks.