I once bought a load of Lego games on my iPhone 3GS, mostly for my kid to play, but with a mind to play them myself when I got a chance.
Then iPhone switched over to 64 bit, and those games didn’t. Then the games got re-released in 64 bit, as a free download for the first level, with an in-app purchase to unlock the rest of the game. A game I’d already paid for on that platform, that I could no longer play.
That still pisses me off.
Possibly because the cost for entry to macOS is higher than with iOS. Most people are able to run a Windows computer at very little cost, and will never have any interaction with a Mac. Meanwhile, iPhones and Android phones are (broadly) on a par in terms of cost.
I will say though, speaking as someone who’s used Macs since 2007, as much as I’m no fan of how Windows works, I won’t give anyone shit for doing so. But I used to get quite a bit of vitriol for my choice of computer.
I’m glad you were able to take something from my comment.
If I might suggest; perhaps you’re overthinking somewhat? Think about where your skills lie, and think about what that enables you to do, then approach a job that makes the most of you at this moment in time.
That job might only see you through the next six months, but the experience you gain from it will carry you into wherever you go next. And so on, and so on… And that’s fine. We tend to strive for a career because we’ve been trained to see that as the most profitable way of being, an attempt to set in stone the next 40/50 years of our lives in as predictable way as possible. And that worked fine for our parents and grandparents, but isn’t necessarily the case now.
So whatever you’re doing a year from now might not be what you’re doing in five years. But as long as your bills are paid, and you’re able to live in this world, then that’s ok.
Something my wife once told me that really stuck with was;
Your job is just how you afford to pay for the things you like to do.
And that really helped me to reframe how I view my working life.
At the time I was a welder, earning reasonable, but not mind-blowing money, doing a job that I never really liked. I hated coming home filthy every night, I hated sweating my arse off during the warm months, freezing it off when it was cold, because you can’t carry out my line of work in an air conditioned office. After she told me that, it helped me to look at my work life from a different angle, which bizarrely had the effect of chilling me the fuck out, to the point that, while I didn’t love what I was doing, I came to accept that I was good at it. And if I didn’t like it, I had the power to find a job doing something else. Hell, I could stack shelves at a supermarket for only a little less than I was earning at the time.
Then I got promoted into the office, because that mindset change apparently made me a more reliable worker.
I’ve been with this company for five years now, and have managed to wiggle into a space where my job is neither one thing nor another. One day I’ll be devising training plans for the guys on the shop floor, the next I’m creating valuable documentation that they need, then I’m helping out the Health & Safety manager with audits. And while I don’t love working here, I’ve finally got to a place where I can see a future where I’m not in my 60s, clambering about under rusty old railway wagons, welding up cracks, fucking my back and knees.
It’s mad how I can get almost as much in the back of my (BMW) Mini as you can get in the back of one of those enormous trucks.