the World's Most Expensive Paperweight.
Somewhere between, oh, 7:30 a.m., when I turned it on and checked the news headlines and weather, and peeked in on Facebook, and put it on the dining room table while I got ready for work, and oh, 9 a.m., when I took it out of my bag and turned it on, my Fancy iPad suffered a display failure of epic proportions. The screen is just gray, and it is effectively useless.
So, being an old pro about technological failures, I did not panic, but consulted the Apple website - it probably just needs to be reset! Okay! Did that. Multiple times. Didn't work.
Okay, next steps! Restore to factory settings! I came home at lunch to hook it up with iTunes and do a full-blown, wipe it clean, start over. It did not work either. The computer saw the iPad, no problem - everything is still safe and sound, and now safely backed up, but the screen remains sickly gray, the pallor of electronic death.
So, I have an appointment at the Genius Bar on Wednesday, but short of a full resurrection, I think I'll be saying goodbye to this iPad.
Which is where my crazy job becomes hard to leave. It turns out that purely coincidentally, my boss's iPad died on Saturday. His was an earlier generation than mine, and it died a respectable death of hardworking old age. He replaced it with an iPad Mini, and he's still trying to decide if he likes it. Anyway, when I told him about the death of my iPad, he said, "I'll buy you a new one." I protested jokingly, and he said, "No, you need it!" He was serious. If the Genius Bar can't fix the Gray Screen of Death and the display is dead and as I fear, no longer under warranty, I am to buy a new one, and he'll pay for it. I may not be making anywhere near the salary I made Before the Housing Crash, but the random bonuses of this job are delightful.
After the generous donations to Dudley's surgery and now this; I am truly becoming a believer in Asking the Universe. I may have to write a bit about how my cynicism about that "woo-woo nonsense" has been beaten down in the last couple of years.