I wake and open my eyes after being up till 4:30 a.m. with a cell phone and computer attempting to establish an i cloud password. It is 7:30 a.m. as I make a slice of toast and return to bed hoping to sleep as we all need more than 3 hours a night to reset the body. At 11:30 a.m. I wake, force myself out of bed reeling from the night before with my computer adventure.
Angry to have to wait 4 hours for a decision on how to obtain a password that “sticks,” I re-read every web site formerly explored and find another way. As a single parent this was my mantra/motto,
“There’s always a way.”
And as it worked for me during those challenging years, it worked tonight. Finding the site for Apple password change I once again travel the screens. This time when I was told of my success in password change I checked out the screen with the white, 30 something female computer geek who is problably making 250 k a year. While I hate her I send her love and go through her directions reinserting the “new password.” It takes much thought and I breathe heavily for the next 5 to 7 minutes making selections. I think, “This is more taxing than The Who Wants to be a Millionaire,” but. I continue as I sweat and give it my all knowing no million dollars is at the end of this journey.
I keep my trusty address book by my side just in case I forget the password as my eyes a beginning to droop but the brain remains engaged. I tell myself, “Come on eyeballs get over it,” and slap my face. I become more alert and low and behold, IT STICKS, THE PASSWORD IS ACCEPTED.
I AM SUCCESSFUL.
I AM AN APPLE SUCCESS STORY.
I AM PROUD.
What can I do to celebrate? It is 4:30 a.m. I am in Florida in the middle of a pandemic.
I can dye my hair,
and in 2 1/2 hours I can make an appointment for my quarterly teeth cleaning.
The pool swim AP saga continues. I went to the pool and was told to speak to a life guard. As I spoke to the life guard a woman came running behind me stating I had past her and had no right to speak with the life guard. We were already on bad terms. I didn’t see her, but in these circumstances never defend yourself. I kept mum.
She began to tell me how wonderful the new AP was so I gave her my phone to show me. Several tries later she stated the service in the area was faulty and it would work when I got home. It didn’t. It is now 2:30 am I’ve read all the internet instructions I can locate regarding this problem. I wrote an email to Apple and received a response. I am told in this email I need further identification. At this point I would strip naked and allow them to DNA test me I am so disgusted, but I read on. This email holds the golden key, a phone number. I call and receive a computer generated arrogant male voice asking what my problem is. Well, maybe he wasn’t so arrogant but at 3 a.m he sure sounded it..
I tell him my problem and he gives me answers, of which none help or have any pertinence to my problem. He then states call between 7 am and 9:30 pm. At this point I am so keyed up I will be up till 7 am, and be the first caller.
If only Apple was just an orchard life would be so much simpler.
While at the San Antonio Museum my daughter heard from several folks regarding my visit and how it was going. Each of them said the same thing, “Take her to Buc-ees.” Unsure what this was about I volunteered to visit the place.
Buc-ees is a mega pit stop area along the highways of Texas and seems to be branching out throughout the South. Outside the store it has 100 or more gas pumps and pet walking areas. The actual store is probably the size of 2 football fields and stocks everything from hunting apparel to baby clothes, fudge to brisket and a wall full of coffee and soda dispensers. Food is ordered on line with computer terminals and they even pay their staff a good wage.
But the best is the bathrooms. There must be 50 stalls on each side that are clean, well equipped and affords enough space for a wheelchair.
So..even if you aren’t hungry, don’t need gas or have to pee, stop in for a look. You won’t believe it. Let’s hope they branch out nationally.