My beloved MacBook Pro has always been a source of secret pride. Ever since getting it, I've snidely pointed out to my Windows-loving friends that "My Mac never gets viruses," "My Mac never crashes," and "My Mac never needs repairs."
Yeah, well, tonight, my three-year extended warranty is two nights past expiration, and my friggin Mac needs a repair. Screw you and your fat, saggy, jingly pockets, Apple.
The mouse button (remember, Macs only have one!) has gone all rogue and hyper sensitive, and thinks that any shift of weight over it implies that I'm desperately trying to click something. And so anytime my finger rests over it lightly, it begins madly double- and triple-clicking all over, opening and minimizing and renaming everything it can find until I jerk my hand away. At first, it was only misbehaving occasionally, lightly, with tricks like highlighting lines of text. But once I started trying to edit, it began interfering much more deliberately, by changing my timeline and and goofing around with precision clip-placement. And when I went out on the net looking for troubleshooting information to solve it, it only got worse from there.
At this point, I've stolen the USB mouse from my desktop PC and am now using it (on my bed) for my frustrating little Macbook. Now that I've been told that my warranty's fresh out and the Applecare plan ran out on Sunday, I'm feeling pretty much screwed about how to solve this problem. And goodness knows that a guy trying to move to LA with no money and no solid career (and college loans to pay, and a single working parent with four children, two still furthering their educations) hasn't got the funds to play Apple's stupid game and dabble around with insane repair fees for a wacked-out mouse button.
Only now do I realize how many batteries have died, how many programs haven't run, how many pages won't load, how many files won't open, how many keys have fallen off, and how much patience this Macbook has secretly been costing all these years.
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