Let me preface this story by reminding folks that I don’t do change well at all.
My new computer finally arrived on Tuesday. The one I had to order because I killed my last new computer (less than a year old) by dumping a Coke in it.
Last computer was red. I LOVED it. Loved the red. It looked perfect in my office. It made me smile when I saw it. Once I finally transferred everything over to it I could imagine the stories me and Big Red were going to write together. But now Big Red is dead. Well if not dead at least seriously injured to the point that I will never fully trust that he won’t fall apart on me again. So Big Red is now being repaired so hubby can have it as his "on his lap in the evenings in front of the tv" computer. Which means he will now have a red computer. I needed a new computer.
I forgot that I was a 50 year old woman and started acting like I was in high school again. I could not order another red computer could I? I had to have my own color. I needed to have a different one.
I didn’t want pink.
I didn’t want blue.
I didn’t want black.
The only other color was green.
And I thought my office is a garden office and filled with greens and yellows (and once, the perfect red computer) and so I could have a green computer. Green is the color of money. The color of growing things. The color of something new.
Hubby said are you sure you want that green because it’s not a normal green?
And I said yes. I said I loved green. Look at all the green in my office.
And hubby said, really, I think you should think about it because I don’t think it’s going to look like you think it’s going to look like.
(You can see where this is going, right?)
So I ordered the green computer.
And it came Tuesday.
And I fell apart over the stupid color because it looks like a radioactive computer with its florescent apple green shell. I do not like it Sam I am.
But I can’t send it back just for the color (and pay the 15% restocking fee and wait another month for them to build me a new one.) No, really, I can’t. (Because I checked and they don’t even offer this configuration anymore.) And no, they don’t make skins yet for this model since it’s a brand-new model and a different size. (Besides the skins are just giant stickers and would totally change the outside texture which is another issue for me because right now it has this nice spongey like cover on it.)
Yes I am grateful for a new computer. Really I am. I’m lucky to have it and I know that but sometimes I just astound myself with my ability to make the wrong choices about things that are going to end up bugging me. (We won’t even go into the goof that I made on the resolution of the laptop which means I now need a new monitor.) And yes, I’ll get used to it and will go on to write wonderful things with the radioactive little beast but right now I feel like an utter moron for even caring about something so stupid as what color the computer is.
On the plus side, the green is only on the back and I don’t see it when I’m typing. And on the other plus side I’ve figured out how to block it so that I don’t see it flashing Kryptonite warnings at me when I walk into my office. Still, I’ll know the green is there.
There is no moral to this story.
Well maybe one, don’t park your Coke too close to your laptop. Okay, and another one, not all shades of green are created equal. And then a third one, husbands are sometimes right.
And this week, mine gets a gold medal in putting up with me as I work my way through all this mess.