*sigh* The fan died on my main laptop computer. It’ll be in for a hardware repair for a couple of days. It’ll take them that long to get in the right part. Not a big deal. I can take either this machine or a tablet with me to MN, if I don’t get my beloved favorite back before we leave. The price they quoted me is fair. It’s a bitch to park within three blocks of their storefront, but it can be done.
Believe it or not, three companies I contacted, that billed themselves as computer repair shops, replied that they were not equipped to deal with hardware issues. *groan* If it was a software issue, I could have fixed it myself. I don’t happen to have a bunch of spare hardware parts on hand. A bazillion connection cords, yes, but not guts.
So, I brought it in to a local storefront operation owned and run by a 30-something guy with tattoo sleeves, and his two assistants, who told me beforehand, via email, “We can fix that, no problem. We like hardware fixes.” They all knew exactly what was needed when the one assistant opened it up. Not one doubt among all three that I had correctly diagnosed the problem before dropping it off with them. Yup, the fan’s shot. Still, getting it fixed is a helluva lot cheaper than replacing it with any sort of new computer that I’d actually want.
The most annoying thing is getting used to the keyboard on this even older 15″ model, after all these years.
First world problems, right?