its the phrase that one should never utter until the age of about 60 or over when an "age" of sorts has actually passed. it is the mantra of the older generation, those convinced that the world was a better place when they were young. well they didn't have ipods but for the most part they are probably right.

china girl and i have been saying this to each other quite a few times recently and today at work was a prime example of how "back in my day...." kids respected their elders. yes i know...my day was only really a few years back. apparenlty a lot has changed though. i ended up getting into an arguement with one of my staff at the cafe today over how long she was allowed to take for her break. after telling her to take 15 she duely informed me, her manager, that in fact she would be taking 30. by law she is of course entitled to 30mins and had we not been so busy i would have given it to her. anyone that has every worked in hospitality knows that if there is a rush very often you just don't get a break. thats life. deal with it or you are in the wrong industry. anyway, a little arguement ensued in which she was rather rude. i could't beleive it. not only am i older than her, i am in a higher position. when i talked to her about it later she just stood there smirking like it was a big joke.

the teachers at my sisters school are treated very rudely by students who have made several cry and subjected others to some minor pranks. on a more daily basis they receive no respect and bad behaviour is more common. it would seem that respecting your elders is no loner en vogue. certainly we should not long for the days where children were "seen and not heard" and the cliche of "older and wiser" held the words of adults to be unquestionable. it is definatly a good thing that youth now have a strong voice and are not afraid to call people on their decisions or mistakes. has it gone too far though? perhaps there are times when adults or those in authority are not correct but when age and experience should grant them a certain amount of respect. perhaps youth need to learn that thinking you are right is not everything, that sometimes a bit of old world curtesty and respect would not go amis.

frankly i don't know how i lived without it. it is my heroin. i take is everywhere. not a day does by that i don't light up its little screen.

it has become my constant companion, the soundtrack to my life - accompanying if not occasionally dictating my mood. possesing the unique ability to motivate me to do another 5 minutes on the treadmill at the gym, its custom 'sleep' playlist helping me relax at night. it's bright little headphones also stop the overly perky, faux happy salesgirls in clothing stores from asking about my day or convincing me that in fact skinny jeans would work great with my figure.

anyway, after months of battery problems my 6GB iPod mini decided to die. i pressed all the little buttons with no avail, the screen remained dull and lifeless. i immediatly rushed down to the store i bought it from. i can't live without it! i handed the girl the warrenty and prayed that it would be like all other electrical or technological things that go wrong - as soon as you show the elecriction the faulty switch it works perfectly. unfortunatly this was not the case. she told me it would i take ten to fourteen working days to get it fixed. with visions of silent drives home and hours at the gym listening to the 80's crap flashing in my head i replyed "where are you sending it to? kuwaite?! can't you speed it up a bit?!" the girl seemed sympathetic yet declared there was nothing she could do. no doubt many other ipods had died and are also being sent to be fixed or declared unfit for service. i can only hope that my little silver ipod makes it to the top of the pile quickly.

im lost without it. damn apple. you would think that when you pay $430 NZ for something that it would last a little longer!!

welcome to the new location. the suspicion that someone i know stubled upon my first blog has forced me to relocate to new internet premises. perhaps these thoughts are the product of my own paranoia. nevertheless, in the interest of greater annonymity i have claimed this tiny piece of cyberspace as my own.

~ runaway girl