So I thought I’d found the problem with MacMail, but that was wrong. It now appears that Apple’s elaborate data storage thing backs up all your mail, all your data files, all your everything. Apparently you get a huge but finite amount of space on this server. And…after the six or seven years I’ve been using the current Mac computers, it’s about full!
Everything you think you’re deleting apparently is not really getting deleted. All that junk mail, all those old emails, all those clients’ involved complicated academic papers, all those Excel files, all those notes you wrote to yourself….apparently they’re immortal!
Man, i yam all tech’d out!
This morning I traipsed wayyyy to hell & gone back out to Arrowhead Mall AGAIN, this time to take a ballyhooed class in the iPhone.
Do they have a dedicated space where you can listen to the tutor talk?
You had to ask? Seriously?
So there you are in the middle of the (very busy!) store, one entire wall of which is open to the two-story-high ECHOEY concrete mall. The Apple tech is hollering to make herself heard, but you can’t hear her well enough to follow her because she’s zipping right along and she assumes you know something of what she’s talking about
The other issue is…this lady (or her boss) is NOT a teacher. The poor thing had NO clue how to organize content for a class or how to conduct a class. She was doing the best she could, which was charming and all, but at least for me, she wasn’t at all helping one to understand how to use the damn device.
The more I watched her, the angrier I got, thinkin’ I just wasted an hour of my time and a quarter-tank of $4.47/gallon gas driving out here.
Got up and left.
Stalking back out toward the Macy’s exit, I happened past a T-Mobile store.
Asked the guys in there, who had nothin’ much to do, if they could advise on how to learn to use the iPhone.
Sure! said they: YouTube! Do a YouTube search for “how to use the iPhone” and enter your model. They’ve got instructions for every model, and their stuff is great.
I’m going DUH! Why TF didn’t I think of that?????
So it was out the door, feeling at once frustrated, put-upon, and stupid.
Cruising eastward, ever eastward through the endless fields of eave-to-eave plaster and concrete houses… Interesting. Really, they’re not so different from the houses in our less sprawling North Central tracts: just newer, closer together, and…more. Ever-so-much more of them.
What’s neat about them is that commerce is tucked in around them cleverly, so that no matter where your tract happens to be, you’re practically within walking distance of restaurants, grocery stores, doctors’ offices, auto repair shops, SOME kinda shopping.
Pump more gas. Continue eastward, ever eastward.
Arrive home. Snab the mail out of the box. And discover…
An IRATE message from Cox saying I haven’t paid in two months and I owe more than $250 and they’re gonna shut off my phone and internet service.
I thought the CU was supposed to be autopaying that!
Get on the phone: persuade Cox to call off the hounds.
Back in the car. Drive back up to northwest Phoenix. Charge into the credit union, which I’d just passed about a half-hour earlier. Discuss. Discover that no, we’re not auto-paying Cox, because I don’t trust Cox, which I consider to be a nest of crooks.
Drive home. Get Cox back on the phone. Charge $250 on my debit card. Pissed.
CU guy suggested setting Cox payments to be autopaid on a debit card. Done, even though this sounds like a sterling bad idea.
Four in the afternoon, virtually nothing of any value has been accomplished, and I yam whipped!