My iPod is currently in the ICU with my dad as the lead surgeon and we just dont know if she's going to make it (apparently my iPod is a girl although I don't know how I determined this). We've spent many a mile running togher, many late nights studying the Furman library, countless drives to Greenville, Charleston and Virginia. You could say we're close. Really its not any sort of special iPod- just the classic one my parents surprised me with in college. But still, even though its not the newest one, I love it and how it holds all my music (even my teenage agnsty music and broadway soundtracks- I'm a musical schizophrenia y'all).
So when its battery completely died I sort of freaked out. Hmmm, maybe the battery showing red after 12 freaking hours of charging isn't a good sign. So instead of taking it to the Apple store to pay for them to send it off, replace the battery and pay for the 5 whole minutes of their time that it would take one of their iPod geniuses to do the job, I ordered a battery kit online. As I waited for my precious package to arrive (like a little kid at Christmas), I watched video after video of how to actually replace the battery. I was ready and felt totally geek chic. So that fateful Saturday afternoon when it finaly arrived, I was so excited to have an iPod again. They even sent me the nifty "iTool" which, while easier than using a guitar pick like one video, seemed a little thick to pry open a watertight iPod. Hmmm...
Cut to an hour later and guess what? My watertight iPod is still watertight. Yes I spent an entire hour trying to open it with no avail. There were far more cries of frustration than I would like to admit although the Carolina game was on and Garcia was throwing interceptions so it wasn't as awkward as it could have been. I called my dad so many times (because don't dads always fix these things?) and I'd like to plead the fifth for what I said, although "I can't run and I'll be fat" may have been mentioned. I was a complete wreck not because I didn't have an iPod but because I couldn't finish what I started. So I did what anyone would do- I put it down like a sane person and went to get desserts with friend. Carrot cake can cure anything. The next day I went a got a cheapo mp3 player to run with as a backup and figured I would wait til my parents came into town later that week because dads can fix everything right?
Wrong. I thought surely my dad could do it and he even told me he would bring his tools. I dind't know that that meant his acutal tools because don't you need a screwdriver to pry open an iPod? After dinner and a run to Target, my mom started to clean the carpets while my dad hunkered down (fueled by Krispy Kreme donuts) to fix the it. Don't tell us we dont know how to live. It had been about an hour and still no change. Funny the website said it should take around 20 minutes... I walked in to check in on how he was doing and sort of screamed. The iPod was open alright but it sort of looked like, well it looked like our dog Scarlett had chewed the edges up and spit it out, if she were to like iPods as opposed to tennis balls and chocolate. I couldn't help but gasp. I was going to take a picture but then my dad would have known I was going to blog about it, duh-huh.
At some point he got the replacement battery in but its still in two pieces. I was told expressively not to talk about the iPod, mention the iPod or be near the iPod. Apparently my presence? Was stressful. When they left the iPod was still in two pieces and I was armed with my dad's for the time being. Even if it were in one piece I'm not quite sure it would work. My parents left for home and my mom sort of half-way whispered that she would make my dad get me a new one. Its only fair really, I mean he did break it. So until my mom convinces my dad to get a new one (which will probably be from ebay because the man loves him some ebay), I'm rocking around town with his iPod. And because Fall has decided to grace Charleston with its presence (probably because I wrote a blog about it), I am able to run again (and hopefully not get fat since that what I was freaking out about). So if you see me bopping around town listneing to the Doobie Brothers, you'll know why...
- Right after I finished writing this Steve Jobs passed away. Thank you, dear man, for your innovation and vision and for giving us so much.
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