I bought the long awaited 13-inch MacBook Pro - better known as, mehbook - on July 30, 2009 with a 32 GB iPod Touch for mother. In store, paid $1498 - $1099 for mehbook + $399 for the Touch - and zilch tax (GA Tax free weekend). iTouch was to cost $170 after a mail-in rebate.

Yippy! Oh wait, SHIT.

Mail-in rebate is a term I dread and love at the same time. Love it because of the discount. Hate it because of the intense, head scratching, tear shedding paperwork. It is one of the many things that deepens my belief of businesses not giving a shit, and sucking the individual up to a point of frustration and dismissal.

That's why Apple's rebate process surprised the fuck outta me!

1) Go to http://www.apple.com/promo

2) Click on Submit Your Claim.

3) Sign in using your Apple ID.

4) Enter your contact information.

5) Enter purchase information.

6) Submit.

That is it! And with in ten-days of submitting this super easy, self-explainatory form, I receive the following email.


Yes, I am an Apple Worshipper. This is an example why.

Following a tiring weekend, I did make it to work this Monday morning; only thirty minutes late. After a long time, I enjoyed working. Partly because I was constantly busy, mostly because training is starting to set in and unknowns are slowly disappearing. Though being diligent the entire time, minus salad and tea breaks, my low voice and slow movements were screaming for rest.

After reaching home, I spent an hour feeding my body and senses with bread/hummus and Super News before setting an alarm for a thirty minute nap at 5:15 PM, which upon going off was extended for another thirty minutes, and then another. The last leg of the "nap", however, was cut short when all three of my roommates walked in with a tiny envelope, smiling excitedly. I returned their "hi" with half open eyes and slightly lifting my hand. In a split second my eyes were shut again, and a questioning "hmm" sound escaped from somewhere. I don't exactly remember what happened between that "hmm" and the envelope finding it's way into my hand, but after reading the words "Belated Happy B'day Geetali. From Nithya, Kritika, Ruchika" I kept on repeating the words "What The Hell!" Couldn't think of anything else to vocalize my dumbfoundedness (if that is a word). Not even when Nithya exclaimed, "What, what the hell?!" To my surprise, I answered her by saying, "No, I don't mean what the hell, but I mean, WHAT THE HELL!" :)

Inside the envelope was a Macy's gift card. I have been asked to go buy something and show it around before it finds its way into my closet.

Totally unexpected! Totally awesome!