The sad, tired tale of my lemon scented MacBookPro continues. Not following the take, it starts with one of those days (noisy fan), some bad taste from the Apple Store, a 3 day hiatus before the Lights Went Out in Screenville, followed by the sad song of Citrus Apples, a code #ID 10T, sinking to a door stop, lastly with the tragedy of the Dim Screen of Quasi Death.
So folks form all over are commenting in that I should start a ruckus at an Apple Store and demand my in-store replacement. That may wash north of the border and elsewhere,b ut certainly not at the Phoenix store. I got the reaction as if I had asked for a free bath tub full of video iPods.
So off it was to an appointment (I got wise and did it this morning) at the Genius Bar, where I was politely and apologetically told this sucker would have to again be sent back to Apple for repair. Yes, another stretch of not being able to do work. At least the info is now registered, is even if they can let is sit a week and wave a magic wand over it, and the screen lights up, there is some validated record that a Genius Saw My Lack of Light.
Even more disturbing is his guess that the fault might be in the logic board that they replaced. Oh, nellie, if that is the come back, there is going to be some loud ranting to deal with.
I did not send it in, as next Thursday I start a 12 day vacation, and it makes more sense to send it off then… I’ll ask for them to send me a box.
Yet, even with all this, I would still rather be melon twisted 10 times over than even deal with the non-alternative. But still
Until then, I am along tethered to an HP monitor.
Sigh, oh Apple, you’re hurtin’ me. I am seriously buying into quarter desperate conspiracy theories that this all has to do with my iTunesU rant last Spring. Yep, that must be it. Wow, that stuff runs deep under the clan of the black shirt.