I called Support

Do you ever have one of those "gag me with a rubber spoon" kind of moments?

You know what I am talking about. Don't deny it. Things seem all hunky dory, sitting in your kitchen doing the regular ol' routine school work and toast (which this week happened to have all-natural maple cream on it. More about that for another day). And life seems to be a fairly jovial thing.

But then, you move on to another subject, you realize that a necessary portion of your curriculum is missing. I mean, seriously people, how is it possible to lose a neon-yellow algebra CD? I betcha they could use the same color for clay pigeons.

So, I just figgered I could move on to something else. Algebra usually shows up like a bad penny, anyway.

But, you know me, when I get distracted, it's hard to get back to the stuff I oughta be doing. Like, homework or cleaning or something within the realm of usefulness. But nope, I just had to be distracted by something shiny. In this case, my typing CD from Jr. High. (I ran across it in my doomed searches for the afore said clay-pigeon-like CD.)

Now, for those of who have luckily escaped personally meeting me, I have to tell you something. I am a brunette with an extremely blond soul. You've been fairly warned.

Anywho, this here brunette (blonde?) happened to have forgotten that not all age old CD's are compatible with both PC's and Macs. The CD in question is apparently only usable on a PC. Might have wanted to check on that before I inserted it into my brand-spankin'-new Macbook.

It. got. stuck. and. would. not. eject. At which point, the phrase "oh crud" became rather attractive. After a grueling 30 mins rebooting and trying all the tricks of the trade that this pea-brained sophomore could muster, I decided to call in the big guns. That's right. I called support.

Apparently, all you have to do is shut down your computer, hold down the mousepad and restart your computer. Who woulda thunk ? not me, that's fo sho.

Maybe someday I will write an ode to Apple Support. Who knows.

So, the bad moment turned out alright. No rubber spoons for me, thanks.