I know . . . enough about my Mac, but you see, I rely on that piece of technology like it's my best friend. Some days it is my best friend. Right now I am having a love-hate relationship with it. My whole live revolves around it. My personal and work life resides in that computer. Thank God for my two back up external hard drives (did you guys take that advice???), but still, it's only been (not even) 2 years, it shouldn't die on me already. For goodness sakes, it's a Mac! Isn't that one reason why we Mac junkies buy them?! For their reliability?
I cannot afford a new one at $2500 a pop. No way, no how, and if I do buy a new one, I would have a "but" thought going off in my head . . . but, if I already have to buy a new one, I might as well buy the bigger one because I really do need it. HA.
So I took my imac to the Mac doctor today. A sticker was put on it and into the waiting room it went with other waiting-to-be-worked-on Macs. They said it could take 3 days and that's just to tell me what's wrong and whether my hard drive can be saved. This is bad. So bad. I know they'll do their best, though. They've helped me a lot in the past.
In the meantime I guess I send out an email to my clients who are waiting on their pictures to tell them I have no idea when they'll see their proofs and/or receive their pictures, and that I don't even honestly know if I have their pictures to one day be able to print them. Tell me, now how do I eloquently tell a client this?! I swear, I don't need this now, and neither do my clients. (But who does?!)
On the flip-side, I bought two decorating books today at Barnes & Noble. It made me feel temporarily better for about 10 minutes, and that was a nice feeling.