Yesterday the UPS guy came into the bank, and I got all excited. No computer.
Then the supplies delivery guy came in and I thought he was FedEx. No computer.
Then FedEx actually came in, and I was absolutely giddy! No computer.
What the fuck, Apple? You said Thursday. You're really trying my every last nerve. I'm one afternoon and a glass of wine away from calling you up and chewing some nice customer service agent a new asshole until you sweeten the deal with something to make me happy. First you're late. Then the computer is gimpy. Then you connect me to someone who has a thick accent, which I don't mind terribly unless she's so quiet I can't hear her and she's trying to give me return shipping instructions. Then you're late AGAIN!
I'm seriously about to make some Applesauce.