Or so I thought. When I got it home and eagerly tried to install it, I discovered much to my dismay that the notch just sliiiiightly further to the left than my motherboard's RAM holder. (Yes, I turned it the other way, and the notch was quiiiiite further to the right.)
I had never encountered this problem before. It was the same width as my other memory chips and had all the right notches and holes in the right place, but that dang notch meant I couldn't seat that bad boy and I wasn't about to use brute force on the thing (not if I want to take it back and exchange it for a piece that fits.)
Am I so behind the times that I didn't know that memory comes in different, uh, notch measurements now? I feel incredibly embarrassed, to tell the truth. Here I am, supposed to be Mr. Smart Computer Mans who knows enough about his system to go all Frankenstein on it, who once resurrected a dead AlphaServer by merely staring at it with enough intent (and fiddling with wires and other fiddly things) and yet here I am, foiled by a heretofore unknown standard in notch calibration.
I don't want to ever feel Out Of My League when it comes to this stuff. But somehow I feel slightly like I was. Am. Were. Whatever. The humiliation is almost palpable. Probably even the cat knew what I'd done wrong, and I'd chased him out of the room when he thought he'd be helpful and snag some of my baked beans while I was otherwise occupied with computer innards. Oh, who's got the last laugh now?
At least I know enough to keep all the original packaging and receipts, and to shop at a nice store with a generous return policy. And at least my other buy this evening works wonderfully, even if I'm scared that it's a removable USB drive with quadruple the storage space than the one I bought two years ago at the very same price.
Jeez-o-Pete. Such a world we live in.
And if you're going to try to school me on whatever it is I missed here, be kind or by god I'll sock you one in the snoot.