How My Mac Got the Swine Flu

Yes, that's right. My all perfect, slick, smooth, flawless Mac got sick. But how Apple? How could this happen?


It all started two weeks ago. I did a photo shoot for a potential job. After the shoot I was given two days to post process the photos and have them ready for presentation. Later that night I worked on the photos and knocked them out pretty smoothly. No problems... but it was coming up to 4:30 in the morning and I needed to get to bed for work the next day. Granted, I had only a few things here and there to do to them before they were finalized.


Went to sleep, counted sheep or maybe it was apples as seven peaceful hours pass and then I wake up and resume my work at noon the next day. I hit the power button on my Mac.......................WTF?


Computer booted up fine. Hard drive sounds fine. It even made the ambient chiming sound when a Mac boots up.... but what is this? I can't see anything. My screen is black. Yes, black. My heart rate rises drastically, perspiring starts, breathing becomes heavier, my eyes stop blinking, my mouth won't close. I ultimately freak out. I have to get these photos finished by tomorrow. I can't see anything on my screen. I can't get to my photos. I can't do anything on my Mac.


I quickly pack it up and drive and do it as if my wife (when I do get married) is giving birth in the car. Mac/PC repair shop here I come. I weave in and out of traffic and I actually made amazing time to get there. I used to work right next door and NEVER got there that quick. My car slams into a parking spot and I bombard through the door. The gentleman running the shop should have been wearing a giant 'S' on his shirt and a red cape flailing in the wind. He knew what to do. He was able to retrieve my photos. Well one problem down but now I don't have a f***ing computer to work with.


I drive back home pondering. I don't know why I was thinking. Every computer I know of doesn't have the program that I use to edit my photos so I was S.O.L. No worth in thinking. Nothing could be done at the time.


I get home and immediately call Apple up. *Side Note: Everybody knows me for Apple. I would fight to the death for Apple and here is another reason why Apple is better than PC's. When you have a problem with your Mac you talk to a guy/gal in California, not INDIA!... now, back to my story...
I talk to a lovely gal on the phone and she knows how to fix my problem. I simply do what she says and Wham! Bam! my computer screen works. My heart rejoices. My eyes fill with tears of happiness. I'm going to send that gal a hug via FedEx.


I go back to work on my photos and finish them in time before work. Yay, go me. Work passes and I'm back home. My index finger gracefully pushes the power button on my Mac... the blackness of death has engulfed my screen once again. F***!


I can't call Apple. Its midnight. Problem will have to continue on till tomorrow.


Sleep wasn't good that night. In fact: sleep did not exist that night.


First thing in the morning I call Apple. They set me up to send my Mac in to get repaired and I must say it was quick. You would have spent more time on the phone with that guy in India trying to figure out why Windows keeps crashing. If I were that guy I say, "Get a Mac."


All in all it was my Logic Board. I don't know what that is just as along as it works properly. Yes, for this one instance I can put my foot in my mouth but Apple took care of me and did it quickly. My Mac is back and I am going to continue bashing Windows. Since the number 7 is a lucky number, is that why Windows called their new OS 'Windows 7' in hopes that they will get lucky this time.


I wouldn't doubt it.


And that is how my Mac caught the Swine Flu.