It wasn't as bad as that time 2½ years ago (no, really! you have no idea how bad it was back then) but it still left a bad taste in my mouth. The battery on my iPhone wasn't lasting as long as it used to. I would be lucky get to a day's charge out of it, and I don't really use it all that much (using Shazam was a death sentance for my iPhone—I'd usually get one use out of it before the screen would go dark).
On Thursday, Bunny and I stop by the Apple Store only to find out that a battery replacement would require an appointment, and the first one was for Saturday. Okay, Saturday it is.
At the appointed time on Saturday, we arrive at the store. I will say we didn't have to wait all that long, but on the down side, I would have to leave the phone overnight for the replacement.
Okay, picking it up on Sunday it is.
Today, I got the phone back. It works. I was able to check multiple songs with Shazam with no discernible battery drain, so things are looking up. Until I decide to pull some pictures off the phone.
I just plug in the phone to the Mac-mini I have,
Photos app and import them.
Only this time I coudn't.
What should have been a minute operation turned out to be a grueling half hour torture test trying to find out what happened to the “import function” of
I was able to finally resolve the issue by rebooting the Mac-mini!
Seriously, Apple? You're better than Microsoft! This shouldn't require a reboot! Come on!
I swear, they really need to bring back Steve Jobs.