Originally published on October 18, 1996
Gave up momentarily on the ISDN chase. Nobody in DC knows a damned thing, but as I predicted somewhere tucked between the page 3 girl's left and right tit, all is not well in the Power Mac ghetto. Sue gabbed half an hour with Apple last night, leaving her miffed and sexist.
She absolutely HATES talking to female tech support. Says they are snotty, know nothing, airheads on ice. Well, okay, Sue wasn't as colorful, but you get the drift. I tell her that I have experienced male support just a spitiful, but seem to get along splendidly with the online gash (uh, Bukowski's word). Although I recall a ClarkNET Sally who was a pile of ketchup beans. Is there, uh, something here the professional anti-sexism rads are missing in this delighful picture? All I know is we know what works for us...
Meanwhile she is taking the CPU into her office this morning to check it against other monitors. The CPU light came on last night but the monitor did nothing, yet all suspicion rests with the CPU she and Apple are saying. SHIT, more delays, lemons and apples, go figure...
Will keep you updated. That huge monitor is awesome looking on the new table we bought. But of course RAM is nowhere in sight until we get this Mac up and running. Guess that's what I get for trying to save eleven hundred bucks...
GT
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