Today’s Just the Tip Tuesday column is a variety of tips all related to the technical difficulties I’ve been experiencing lately.
1.) If you are a woman and need to go to the Apple Store Genius Bar, wear a low cut top and some lipstick. Go ahead and call me a sexist, but I tutored graduate level statistics at one of our nation’s top technology schools and I know a thing or two about a thing or two. Plain and simple, the field of technology is still dominated by men. In my personal experience, every single time I’ve been to the Apple Store in the past two years, I’ve been enthusiastically greeted at the door by a woman, but assisted with my technology troubles by a heterosexual male who definitely appreciated my extra effort and cleavage. Hey, like Penny from Dirty Dancing says, “Oh, come on, ladies. God wouldn’t have given you maracas if He didn’t want you to shake ’em.”
2.) And speaking of those eager male Apple Store employees, it is not a bad idea to rub some VICKS VapoRub onto your upper lip before you go, like forensic pathologists do when dealing with decomposing bodies. The dude who helped me today must be a black belt in Karate, ‘cuz damn, his breath was KICKIN’!
3.) If you must take three children with you into the Apple Store, it’s always a good idea to lay down some rules before you enter the mall. “Hands and feet to yourselves. Library voices. No running. If you break anything, it’s coming out of your savings. And do not bother me while I’m talking to the nice man unless you are bleeding out and cannot wait for life support.” If that’s not your bag, my other favorite strategy is to employ bribery in the form of “If you make good choices, we’ll stop for ice cream.” Up to you.
4.) Just like when you get pulled over for a speeding ticket, crying at the Apple Store Genius Bar is a crapshoot. But I say, it never hurts to try. (Again, speaking to the ladies here.) Worse case scenario, you blow a snot bubble and repel he techie with whom you’re working or someone there calls for a psych consult. But 9 times out of 10, these are really sweet, sometimes stinky guys who don’t want to see you lose 14,000 photos and rupture an artery. Tears may improve the odds of them trying one more supergeeky trick up their sleeve to recover your data. Just make sure you have a pocketpack of tissues with you (always) and waterproof mascara.
5.) Today I was told that on average, today’s hard drives only last three years. Allow me to repeat that for emphasis: THREE. FRICKIN’. YEARS. Or according to Clint at the Apple Store today, “If yer computer is more than 3 years old, yer livin’ on borrowed time!” In the past 18 months, I’ve been to the Apple Genius Bar twice for two different laptops and the verdict was the same both times: “Failed Hard Drive.” Is it a racket? You tell me. Oh sure, them parts be spinning hecka fast, it’s only natch’ral that they get worn out PDQ. But still. It’s not right. The moral of the story? Back up your shit, people, because our computers are designed to fail. It is a vicious cycle called “planned obsolescence.” If this makes you as mad as it makes me, you might want to spend 21 minutes watching this brilliant YouTube video called “The Story of Stuff.” It’s very thought provoking! Consider yourself warned.
This time, I am semi-lucky. I do have a backup of my 14,000 photos on a portable hard drive. The same portable hard drive I bought the very day my other MacBook died and I lost two and a half years worth of Flip videos of little Bucket Head as a baby. That really sucked. But I learned my lesson. Better late than never. How about you? Are you livin’ on borrowed time? What are you and your boobs doing about it?
technologically down but not out,
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