Tec Support!

Early this morning (by my standards) one of the guys in the house came in with his phone.  On the other end was Pressly, Alex’s roommate who owns a MacBook.  A couple weeks ago, I had helped Pressly setup bootcamp so he could use a few C.A.D. type apps but he didn’t have his Leopard disc and, thus, couldn’t finish the setup.  On the phone he has his Leopard disc but doesn’t know exactly what he needs to do with it.  I’m less than half conscious.  If you’ve never had the opportunity to speak with a Jamaican in person then there’s no way for you to understand how entirely confused I was.  It’s nothing like Cool Runnings, those guys are Winston-Fucking Churchill compared to actual Jamaicans.  The time is roughly 11 am, I went to bed shortly after 8.  I don’t know my ass from my elbow.  This should be fun.

Over the course of an eternity that lasts about a minute, I piece together what he’s asking by making wild stabs in the dark and listening to his response, positive or negative.  My mind races like a three legged dog chasing a duck. Windows! MacBook! I heard Windows and Macbook! Ok, uh…say Parallels. Nothing.  He said Bootcamp!  Oh yeah!  We setup a Bootcamp partition!  I thought we finished.  Oh Shit! Leopard Disc!!!1! PAY DIRT!  Just boot up under Windows and pop the Leopard disc in.  That’s it?  Yup.  Good to go.  Click.