So after 4 days of intense anticipation, I finally opened my refurbished MacBook … And here’s what it looks in a box.
Yes, it’s just what you’d imagine. It’s a freaking Mac in a White Box.
Alright, now that Mr. Boley is half-way through jabbing a fork in his eye screaming obscenities at his lazy cat, all the time thinking Oh, oh, oh Sweet HEAVEN! Not another I’m opening a MacBook post! Why is there no Justice FOR DR. DRE!!, let’s get down to true significance behind the new MacBook purchase.
Yes, it’s true the proud days of being an anti-Mac Luddite are now over. (See Post 1, Post 2 and Post 3 for further evidence of my stance) A couple weeks ago, I came to the quick realization that the company’s decision to partake in a handful of side projects would require consistent access to a Mac. And while Caitlin is absolutely in love with her new MacBook, she was probably not going to let my grubby coffee-stained fingers and nicotine-soaked fingernails defile her beloved Hubert. It became apparent that I needed to finally just give in to conformity, take the plunge and purchase a MacBook.
A Mac that I would promise not to use soley as a coat rack/key holder for two whole months, but one that I would actually turn on. Heck, maybe even install a few programs and maybe, maybe, maybe even do a bit of work with.
So the deed is done.
I’m a Mac owner. I’m trying to find out how to live without right-clicking and trying to learn shortcuts that involve 5-6 keystrokes.
(For The Record the story about owning a MacBook for two months and using it as a stool/coat hanger is entirely true)
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