Boring expenditures
I just got back from the DMV, i.e. The Worst Place On Earth.
Actually, I experienced another place this weekend that would rival the DMV for that title: Micro Center.
I took my fritzy Macbook to the Apple Store on Saturday, and the self-assuredly dubbed Apple Genius told me that yes, I needed a new hard drive, and no, I should not have it replaced in house. I appreciated his honesty, since his recommendation wound up saving me a couple hundred bucks.
But still. He sent me to Micro Center.
What is Micro Center? This horrible, horrible store full of electronics and screaming children. It’s located in a terribly depressing section of Denver called the Tech Center – a place where every building looks the same, and the only signs of life are a 7-11, a Mexican restaurant, and, well, Micro Center. They had what seemed like 75 employees, all walking around doing “things,” but I still had to wait in line for close to an hour. Eventually, I made it out – with a new hard drive, and a desperation for flora, fauna, chipmunks – anything but technology.
I spent most of my weekend coaxing my Macbook back to life. Just like an episode of “Rescue 911,” the process was harrowing – touch-and-go – and there was that crucial point when the music got solemn and uncertain, and I didn’t know if resuscitation was going to be possible. But as of today, thanks to my trusty backed-up files, we are back in business. My iPod overfloweth with Lady Gaga and Ke$ha.
I know. Just… I know.
Because I hadn’t quite gotten my fill of spending a lot of money on things that aren’t fun to spend money on, and I am also quite fond of torture and anguish, I headed to the DMV this morning on the frozen roads. $21 later, I am in possession of a wimpy piece of paper that doubles as my “temporary license.” Next up: Colorado plates.
Few things are as joyless as doling out sweet cash for things that bring you no happiness whatsoever.
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tags: Annie Parsons | Denver | DMV | Honda Accord | Macbook | Money | Moving | Technology | Too bad
so um…i’m all about lady gaga. but ke$ha??
I decidedly dislike going to Microcenter too. Their nerdy nerds (because they are!) either look at me like I’m an idiot (well, that might be true) or they have no idea what I’m talking about & I’m looking at them like they’re idiots. A victory for me is to go there armed with all the info I need, get what I want & get out without talking to anyone except the cashier. And even then – grunts only please!
(now, I used “Their,” “They’re,” & “There” in that paragraph – did I use them correctly? Sometimes I get paranoid.)
Bug: yes. You used them correctly. A fact which I dearly appreciate.
Annie: this is lame. I’m sorry. :( I have a date with the DMV asap too… gross.
This is what is NOT gross: I will see you in 3.5 days…!!!
HAHA. Trust me…I know :) just tell people you listen to Ke$ha cause she’s from Nashville and you wanted to see what this hometown girl sounded like. That’s what I tell people. Shhh. Hopefully they don’t see me dancing to her as I run!
I read the last line and immediately thought… wait until you’re a parent. Not being a parent myself, I feel a little guilty delivering this snarky line, but there you go ;)
Fine to reschedule the flight I missed: $300
Taxes paid last year: $900
Replacing the software I lost when my computer crashed: $170
Money spent on taxis this weekend I had to take because of useless arguments that ruined previous travel plans: 3600 dram.
How I feel after paying for mistakes/entropy/other pointless items: worthless.
Micro center = http://twitpic.com/t5fas
Love,
Jeremy