I went to the Apple Store in Cherry Hill yesterday morning to get my Macbook topcase repaired for the third time. I went to the Genius Bar and told the guy that my keyboard cracked while they replaced my fried hard drive. I figured they’d hear me out, understand that there was something fundamentally wrong with my computer and replace the unit altogether. What was there to lose, right? It’s pretty much a blank slate since I haven’t uploaded but a handful of photos to it.
Fat chance.
I was told the stock topcase was faulty, but that the subsequent replacements were reinforced. Then why have I been back twice since, I asked. Must’ve been something I did wrong, although the Apple rep was careful not to blame me outright. Silly me. What could I know about a product that’s been nothing but an annoyance since I bought it. The customer is never right, huh?
The fun didn’t end there. When I asked if he could show me how to sync my iPhone to my repaired Macbook, he almost laughed. Not only did he tell me that my iPhone looked pretty beaten and battered — I guess that’s what all Apple employees are trained to say about products that are a whopping two years old — he told me that I wouldn’t be able to sync my phone to the new computer without restoring it to factory settings. Sweet! You mean I can lose all of my apps? Great!
Needless to say, it’s a mess, and I’m not sure what recourse I have. I guess this is what I get for jumping aboard the Apple bandwagon just as the company was rocketing into the stratosphere. Funnier still, this never happened to me with all the PCs I’ve owned since 1996.