A trip to the Apple store
I've been needing a car charger for my iPod nano, well, ever since I bought it.
I was going to just buy one online, but a friend/colleague told me to check out the Apple store at Eastview mall. Apparently just going is supposed to be quite the experience.
I like Macs. My first computer was a Mac. My current computer is a PC, but I've used Macs lots at work. So I can go either way. It's just that all the software I own is PC, so switching at this point would be a huge investment. But they both have their good qualities.
OK. So I'm at the mall and go into the Apple store. The lighting is cool. All the stuff looks cool. There's the "genius bar" with people waiting for their turn to talk to a genius, I suppose. There's a workshop going on. There's a children's station that I'll probably be parking Exhausto-Boy at in a year or two. (He's going to need his own computer soon, if only to keep his hands off mine!)
I find my car charger thingie amongst a half-dozen options (car charger with FM tuner, car charger with syncing-something, car charger with wireless remote something else...) and get in line to pay.
A guy (possibly even a genius) who'd been helping another customer opened an extra register and rang me up. He asked if there's anything else he could help me with (yes, I know they HAVE to ask you that, no one really wants you to say "yes'") so I asked him if he could tell me why iTunes insists on crashing on my PC and keeps corrupting my library file.
"Because you have a PC," is my answer. Of course. I am in the Apple store, after all.
Something then happens in his ringing-up-the-purchase process which obviously frustrates him, because he starts muttering to himself and then blurts out, "Well, isn't that so special?"
Calling computer errors "special" strikes me as the most geeky thing I have heard. And then I look at him. And he looks totally familiar. Do I actually know this guy? Or did I just work at a tech school (RIT) for too many years? It's entirely possible he's a student I ran into or who fixed my computer at some point. And there's nothing inherently wrong with being a Mac-loving geek that might possibly go to school at the area's largest university.
So I leave the Apple store (iPod car charger in hand and no closer to a solution for my iTunes woes). As much as I love technology, I don't belong there like Pete does. And as much as I do love good food, I don't belong at places like 2Vine either. Maybe sitting at my computer tapping away in my PJs really is the life for me.
I was going to just buy one online, but a friend/colleague told me to check out the Apple store at Eastview mall. Apparently just going is supposed to be quite the experience.
I like Macs. My first computer was a Mac. My current computer is a PC, but I've used Macs lots at work. So I can go either way. It's just that all the software I own is PC, so switching at this point would be a huge investment. But they both have their good qualities.
OK. So I'm at the mall and go into the Apple store. The lighting is cool. All the stuff looks cool. There's the "genius bar" with people waiting for their turn to talk to a genius, I suppose. There's a workshop going on. There's a children's station that I'll probably be parking Exhausto-Boy at in a year or two. (He's going to need his own computer soon, if only to keep his hands off mine!)
I find my car charger thingie amongst a half-dozen options (car charger with FM tuner, car charger with syncing-something, car charger with wireless remote something else...) and get in line to pay.
A guy (possibly even a genius) who'd been helping another customer opened an extra register and rang me up. He asked if there's anything else he could help me with (yes, I know they HAVE to ask you that, no one really wants you to say "yes'") so I asked him if he could tell me why iTunes insists on crashing on my PC and keeps corrupting my library file.
"Because you have a PC," is my answer. Of course. I am in the Apple store, after all.
Something then happens in his ringing-up-the-purchase process which obviously frustrates him, because he starts muttering to himself and then blurts out, "Well, isn't that so special?"
Calling computer errors "special" strikes me as the most geeky thing I have heard. And then I look at him. And he looks totally familiar. Do I actually know this guy? Or did I just work at a tech school (RIT) for too many years? It's entirely possible he's a student I ran into or who fixed my computer at some point. And there's nothing inherently wrong with being a Mac-loving geek that might possibly go to school at the area's largest university.
So I leave the Apple store (iPod car charger in hand and no closer to a solution for my iTunes woes). As much as I love technology, I don't belong there like Pete does. And as much as I do love good food, I don't belong at places like 2Vine either. Maybe sitting at my computer tapping away in my PJs really is the life for me.
Silandara Bartlett-Gustina was a Rochester outsider when she moved to the city at the turn of the millennium without even laying eyes on it. She quickly took root, declaring it the best place she's lived (including the UK, several U.S. states and Barbados). Now on the brink of her 30s, she's somehow transformed into a wife, mom, homeowner and freelancer. But she's determined to still have a life -- giving you an inside look at what makes Rochester a cool place to call home.
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