This one’s mine…and it’s not going anywhere
I was talking with a fellow contractor at my client yesterday, when the tech support guy, Shawn’s his name, moseyed on over with a glint in his eye. Now Shawn and I get along fabulously. I’m not a demanding, fix-it-now type of person. I know he’s got a lot going on so I just use the correct channels (and in a corporation of that size, there are MANY channels) to notify him of any problems I’m having so that he might stop by when he has a chance.
Since I returned from maternity leave, I’ve had a bunch of problems with Word on my Mac. Weird, word-shifting and word-disappearing problems that have made it difficult for me to do my job. Shawn, for his part, has been scratching his head trying to figure out how to fix this issue. And as he pointed out, “We support 1,500 users…and only 33 of you are on Macs.” So you know where this is going. Instead of digging deeper for me, the lowly Mac user, they’re going to move me to a PC. (Technically, yes, the Mac is a PC, but let’s not go there, please.)
Yes, I’m one of those. I’m a total Mac person. I’ve owned my own Mac for the last 12 years and used them since Day One. I had to brave an IBM once when I worked at a bank, before Windows even. But since then, I’ve really only touched my Mom’s computer and that always ends in frustration.
There’s not much I can do about this. I’m a freelancer. I’m just borrowing the computer ’til they find some full-timer to put in front of it anyway. But, darn it, I just hate giving up my Mac. They even upgraded me to one of those big cinema screens several months ago. So I figured I was solid. It’s just not fair. At all.