Ok, I admit it. I’m a Windows user. Blame it on circumstance - and money. It all started in late 1998 when I came home from work one winter evening. As I was walking through the dark dining room to get to my bedroom, I sensed a large presence in the room with me. I turned on the light and saw a few large boxes taking up the space. Oh, great. Being of the younger generation, I knew that I would be the one who would have to show Dad how to use the darn thing. Problem was, I had very little experience on computers myself at that point. Luckily, I could learn in a hurry. I was at the time working for a temp agency, in their office, and they offered free computer training to all their employees. Since the next day was New Year’s Eve, and we’d have a very slow half day, I asked the boss if I could get on there to at least have a starting point. I learned enough in those couple hours to at least figure out how to turn the thing on and start doing something. But it was definitely a case of the blind leading the blind.
The very little experience I had on computers was using pre-Windows operating systems, mainly DOS. I started in elemntary school (4th and 5th grade) on the Apple IIE learning Basic, typing in commands to make a box or circle or something silly. Back then, I figured computers were a cool toy that didn’t really do much. By high school, I was still using Basic but had moved up to WordPerfect to type the occassional paper. College was pretty much more of the same, and I even got a taste of online then. I used to type in commands to connect to a telnet BBS. I even met a very good friend on there, in a very roundabout way. I was meeting people online before anyone knew how freaky that could be. But back to Dad’s computer. This ran Windows 98. I knew nothing about Windows before that mad rush training session. I knew it was popular. I knew it was run by some hippie tech geek guy in Washington, on the other side of the earth. I knew people bought it like mad - Windows 98 was like the Tickle Me Elmo of its day. Problem was, I had no idea why.
On New Year’s Eve, I got home from work early and did a bit of poking around my room before putting in the order for Chinese food. As I got down to the dining room, I found my dad in there with computer components all around him, empty boxes strewn about, and various cords in his hand. I’ve never seen my Dad look as lost as he did that night. Luckily, I new this part. It’s like doing a puzzle - they all only fit into one place. Today they’re color coded to make things even easier, but it wasn’t that easy then. I still managed to get it plugged in and booted up. We’d be playing with it, then stop for a few minutes to read the useless books that came with, and the screen saver would kick in. It was password protected, and we couldn’t figure out what the password was or how to get rid of it. So I put in a call to my uncle, who had recently purchased a computer of his own. He told me how to remove the password, and we were off and running. Sort of.
There’s only so much one can do with a computer that’s not online yet. By my uncle’s advice, Dad made an appointment with the cable company to get online, but that was a month out. In the meantime, I got very good at playing solitaire and teaching my nephew how to print out all sorts of silly pictures on Paint. I still have some of those pics. Here’s a tip: never let a 5 year old print anything. You’ll go through hundreds of dollars worth of ink cartridges over the course of a month.
Anyway, by the end of January the cable guy had come to the house and gotten us online. All of a sudden I was swallowed in the vortex of cyberspace. I’m still stuck there. I’d go online after my Dad had gone to bed, staying online so long that my mousing hand would freeze stiff. I wrote down tons and tons of websites to visit, and actually visited them. I set up an email account and got into online dating, much to the chagrin of Officer Friend, who insisted on running all these guys through the police department computers rather than letting my trust my instincts. I’m very picky; I may have gotten my heart broken a few times but I’ve never ever put myself in a situation where I felt that danger was at hand. Ok, going off on too many gangents right now. Back to computing.
One night not long after getting the family computer online, my stepmonster asked a favor of me. Since I was obviously at the top of the tech food chain in the household, I was the one everyone turned to whenever there was a problem, despite the fact that I’d only been computing for mere weeks. One night at dinner, my stepmonster opened up IE and a porn page came up. I was appalled. She said, “Now, I know you like looking at this stuff, but can you please put it back the way it was?” I was pissed. At the time no one knew how it got there, but I couldn’t figure out hwo to change it back. So I downloaded Netscape and we began using that. It wasn’t until months later that I learned about the various virii, spyware, and other weird shit that made IE’s homepage reset itself. At least my Dad told her not to yell at me for it, which was nice.
During this time, through various temp jobs and my new reception job at a graphic design firm, I learned that the tech support team can be your very best friends - just be sure to treat them nicely. I learned a lot about what I now know about computers by being nice, doing favors, and picking their brains. Tech geeks are your friends, trust me.
Since I was working at the graphic design firm, I was using a Mac at work all day long. Pretty soon I was more proficient on the Mac than I was on the PC. Also, late in the summer of that year, not long after my niece was born, I moved out of the house and got my own place, so I had no computer at home. My Dad had to learn to email all by himself when I moved out instead of relying on me to do his emailing for him. My mother had also purchased a computer in this time, and after awhile I got tired of my parents calling me up with every single little computer problem they had, so I decided to go out and get myself a computer. I really wanted a Mac - the pretty iMacs had just come out and I really wanted one. But, due to my family pestering me and not understading why I did not know the answers to their problems, I got a PC. For the time, it was a pretty decent machine and it served me well for 5 years.
When that computer was starting to make me nervous because I knew its days were numbered, I bought a new computer. Instead of going to the store, I decided to order one online. Yes, I bought a Dell. I know you tech snobs stare down your noses at Dell, but for an average yoyo like myself, they’re pretty great. Again, I would have preferred to get a Mac, but now I’m working in a PC environment and rely heavily on that standard, so another PC it was. I wanted to specify what I wanted, and I’d heard about their decent customer service, so online I went and picked out what I wanted. I’m pretty happy with it.
Now for the future. I still want a Mac, but one of these years when I get around to getting myself a laptop, a MacBook it will be. I may have a PC for my desktop system, but for a laptop I wouldn’t consider anything else but a Mac.
I also found this article online regarding the upcoming Windows Vista operating system. Seems like it’s got a lot of cool features that will come in handy and bridge the gap a bit between Windows and the easy-as-pie Mac OS X. I like the eye candy features like the improved graphics and widgets for the desktop, which Macs have had for a long time. And my mom would have really liked to have the improved user settings, such as online “curfews” that can be set different for every user, when she had a teenage girl foster child living with her. As for me, I’ll switch to Vista when 2 things happen: 1. most popular software will include Vista in the operating systems they’re compatible with and 2. I can afford to spend money on it and can’t afford not to have Vista due to it becoming a standard.
In the meantime, I’ll still keep coveting my MacBook.