iFraud

My life's most recent tragedy was the death of my 80GB iPod. I know it's unhealthy for a human being to have such a strong attachment to any inanimate object, but music is my lifeblood, so that iPod meant the world to me. I could find music to suit any mood -- my iPod held the soundtrack to my life. Until that plastic, metallic, heartless piece of apple-made, Steve Jobs bullshit broke down on me.

Funnily enough, this entry isn't even about the traitor breaking down on me. As a guy who has spent more than half his life working on/with electronics i know that anything with a chip in it is bound to fail at some point. No my friends, this rant is about the "Genius Bar."

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Genius Bar let me give you a quick rundown. This is the place that Apple technicians "troubleshoot" issues with your electronics. Unless the electronic in question is an iPod -- if that's the case, they are pretty much as worthless as a paraplegic at a track meet. This is my second encounter with the Genius bar, both have been iPod issues. The solution: new iPod. Bastards.

If the guy in the goofy shirt, with the ridiculous iPhone (that doubles as a register) is supposed to be a genius, wouldn't he be able to take apart my ipod; replace the malfunctioned battery; reassemble my ipod; and return it to me with all my data still in place? All this time I thought genius meant someone with an exceptional intellect when in reality, it's just some douche bag who charges me money to hot swap faulty equipment. You learn something new everyday.


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