That which is taboo
Yup, I’m in love again. Painful, lustful, forbidden love with a steely, powerful object.
My new employer is a lot behind the times when it comes to IT expertise, but they are hip as hip can be with the portable crowd.
When I started work, I was asked “Would you like a PC or a Mac?”
Why, the answer was simple. Mac, please!
In fact, that was one of the go-no go requirements of changing jobs. Having used nothing but a Mac for the past twelve years, I would say I was reluctant to slip back to the Windows based environment.
So, my previous employer provided Macs, but they were refurb and a step or two behind the technology curve.
Not so with fascinating new employer.
No, I got to work and was greeted with a sleek, sexy, top of the line MacBook Pro. The 15-inch variety, 2.53GHz. Four beefy GB of memory. A roomy 300GB hard drive.
Yum!
It has this utterly awe inspiring, new crystal clear glass screen, the cool backlit black keys, and the glass trackpad with NO button. Nope, it’s all in one. You can scroll on that bad boy, click anywhere and whoa does it work nice.
The unibody design is light and compact and feels solid and well built.
This thing beats the crap out of my last work machine, an old style MacBook pro, that poor dented aluminum thing.
Then yesterday, I had occasion to work from home, and as I sat on the couch, caressing the keys of this hot young MacBook Pro, I looked at my VERY old, personally owned 17″ PowerBook (it dates back to, I believe, 2004) and then at my new work speedster and yes…I fell in love.
I mentioned later to The Good Man that I was in love, and that I may have to save our pennies (a LOT of pennies) to buy one of these. This might ensure that my writing projects are no longer in peril of going to the great bit bucket in the sky when my PowerBook fails…and it will. Soon.
He couldn’t hear me. He was too busy caressing his own brand new MacBook Air (well, new to us…he bought it refurb on a smoking good deal).
The family that computes together (on the same platform) stays together.
We’ll call this: Still life with Macsexy Beast. Taken with my company provided 3G iPhone.
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Oh, a small bit of irony. My beautiful, glorious MacBook Pro machine……well my IT organization got a hold of it first to set it up. They also turned it over and used an old fashioned electric engraver to scratch the company name and identifying information into the unibody metal case in a shaky script.
I believe, when the tip of the engraver touched the silky nickel aluminum blend unibody, somewhere in Infinite Loop, Steve Jobs shuddered.
Who engraves stuff anymore? My *dad* used to do that!?!!?!?
