Dear iMac:

Dear iMac of mine:

Knock it off! Quit causing your little world to spin round and round and round and round au nauseum…(?) You would think you were the old Web TV trying to get on the internet. I didn’t put up with that long before I went to a PC and I overthrew the virus riddled PC to go to your cousin, the iBook. I can overthrow you, too.

You could have picked a better time, like late at night when I shouldn’t be up trying to make use of you anyway. Why did you choose the very moment Leon requested a form be emailed to a client so they could both sign it when he arrived?

Personally, I think you should be ashamed of yourself not allowing me to finish the job I started. I even turned you off for a few seconds to recover your wits about you and you still showed your belligerence, repeatedly today. Why, I even took the time to repair your permissions and you have the audacity after that to not even open the crammed full documents folder? Are you trying to give Apple/Mac/iMac a bad name? What, do you want to land on a Seinfeld commercial?

I’ll show you belligerence. I’ll just take the new scanner and label printer off your fancy little rear end ports and put them on the Macbook, where they will be welcomed. See how you will feel to be ignored a while.

And to think, I was going to buy you a shiny Belkin 7 port USB thingamajig so you could have even more to wear with pride. Forget it! I’ll let the Macbook have it.

And don’t go smirking thinking I will give you one more chance just because you overheard I was calling an Apple genius later to diagnose your mental ailment. I just might wait a week. I think you just want them to probe you.

With sincere frustration, your former ecstatic owner,

Marcia