If you ever need evidence of how fast the years roll by when you're busy living them and not counting them, just look at when you last bought a new computer. I replaced my old PC laptop last Christmas with a snazzy and faster-than-the-speed-of-light Mac Pro notebook. Of course, now my desktop pales by comparison. But that computer is fairly new. Except it's NOT. Seems like I just replaced it yesterday but it was actually almost 4 years ago.
I can probably squeeze another year out of it if I upgraded the RAM. My Photoshop stopped working last week. What do you expect from a 4.0 version when 9.0 is now available? It just pooped out in the middle of fixing photos. My 9.0 version arrived over the weekend. I have a new listing going on the market this week in Carmichael. And guess what? It's not a short sale. It's a regular home in a private gated community. I like being a listing agent in Carmichael. I seem to get one or two fabulous listings in Carmichael every year, and this is one of those.
We've been working on sprucing it up, reglazing baths, replacing fixtures, transforming the landscaping, staging the home, and in general plucking its eyebrows. It's just about ready to face the public. But I have to do a virtual tour, and I can't put that together without Photoshop. Part of the problem is my computer's RAM. I have to reboot halfway through the day because everything seems to slow down and my timing ball spins, and I have the patience of a fruit fly.
I went to Apple's website to order memory. It seemed to have every model but my computer. I have a dual core not a quad core, and could not find my computer listed. So I did an old-fashioned thing. I picked up the phone and called. Even more old-fashioned, somebody answered the phone on the other end. I gave her my serial number, model and specs for my computer and asked her to send me 2 GB of memory, which arrived yesterday.
I quickly shut down my computer, booted up my laptop to run a video on how to install memory, took my door off the Mac, opened the memory package and hey, what the heck was that? The chip was about 3-inches long and my slots were 6-inches. Sure enough, Apple sent the wrong memory. I called Apple again. The first guy was no help and totally clueless, which is unlike Apple. The second guy understood the problem and said Apple doesn't carry memory for my computer. He referred me to a different website and transferred my call to a different customer service rep who told me Apple doesn't give refunds on memory but she'd get an exception for me.
I was on the phone for at least an hour with Apple. I watched calls come in, light up and go to voice mail. Over and over. A bunch of prospective short sale sellers, I bet. I still don't have my memory because I ran out of time in the day to order it from somewhere else. Instead of replacing my computer every 5 years, maybe I should just buy a new computer now? That's what they want you know. It's a conspiracy.