How Steve Jobs Changed My Life by Nancy Brophy
All week I’ve been singing a song I can’t get out of my head. Unfortunately, it is Janis Joplin’s “Oh, Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz.” Even though Janis died 40 years ago, her music still affects me, but nothing like the death of Steve Jobs.
He changed our world. In our home, we own Macbooks, Iphones and Ipads. I’m sure next to some of you I appear to be a lightweight. However, I’m loyal. I’ve used Mac computers since 1984.
I owned an SE, which was the rectangular upright box that Macintosh first marketed, except the SE was the upgraded version. It was so nice and so easy to use compared to the PC. I used that computer for eleven years.
Eventually because I was running a million dollar company off of it, my clients made fun of me and I had to upgrade. In all honesty, the next computer didn’t improve my company one iota, but my clients stopped giggling.
After that I owned another desk model, a mini Mac, the blue Macbook, which was damn near indestructible. Then I went to white Macbooks, which I am using to write this.
Thinner, lightweight but not nearly as bulletproof. My cover started to deteriorate. In 20 years I hadn’t had a problem.
I complained. The service company reluctantly agreed to send it to Mac, largely to get me out of their showroom, but assured me multiple times, nothing would happen.
I tossed my hair (and I have short hair – so this was hard to do) and announced I’d write Steve Jobs myself, if I had to. No doubt Steve Jobs would have lost sleep over that comment – if only he’d known.
However, it didn’t come to that. Macintosh replaced the case, gave me a new battery, did numerous internal things and sent it back to the open-mouthed service men’s surprise.
As I write and rewrite, change and edit and change some more, I try and imagine typing a manuscript with carbon paper copies and those awful little white strips required for each change.
Thank you, Steve Jobs for changing my life and the world. Rest in Peace.