ok so i applied at the Apple Store close to me the other day!!!!!! i really hope they call me i would LOVE to work at Apple!!!!!!!!!! Fingers Crossed!!!!

P.S. i would so cut my hair like this if i get the job!!!!!

As I scouted the shelves for iPhone cases for the first iPhone, (Also known as 2G), I only found Four Cases.

Wow, only four cases. So, I asked one of the employees if there were anymore. She had told me no, but she would check the back room.

As I waited, people were also looking for first generation cases also!

Finally, the lady comes out and tells me that Apple has decided to pull all First Generation Cases off shelves because of the new iPhone 3G.

Then, she had said that she and many others did not support Apple's decision to do what they did.

She had said she was also in the same situation and that she would never buy the 3G as long as she lived!

When I asked her why, she told me that it was horrible and that she was sick of it crashing.

It's shocking what responses are coming from people who have had bad experiences with the iPhone 3G.

Usually, people love Apple's products and all that have to offer.

I guess not in this case!

The customer service was great. They listened to my very elaborate story, sympathized, and couldn't believe that the unit featured in the other post was let out of the factory. They transferred my RAM right in FRONT of me instead of taking it in the back where I'm almost positive they cast spells on them. Everything was peachy friggen keen... until I got home. I opened the MacBook, and all I hear is creaking. Loud, obnoxious creaking.

Stop laughing. Needless to say, I think I'm done going into Apple stores for anything. I'm an avid online shopper, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. Hopefully, I'll find a solution somewhere and Apple steps it up.

Now I said to myself that this summer I would eschew my usual 'week out of here.' This is where I bugger off to either Tokyo or Osaka/Kyoto straight after classes finish at the end of July, for no real reason other than to escape the often claustrophobic feeling that the humid weather brings to Hiroshima's village-like ambience.

But not this year, I vowed. You see these last eighteen months have seen me shed wads of cash like...er...something that sheds something very often and in large amounts. So, in the interests of financial rectitude (more tea, vicar?) I vetoed my wanderlust and spent the last month skulking around various local shopping malls in search of free air-conditioning.

And yet now, here I am, about to thrust a few socks into a haversack and hit the road for Osaka. Why? Ironically because of money!

It's a long story, for which a future post has already been composed, but the bottom line is, I have to haul my bottom to the British Consulate, there to have my visage compared to my visa by the governor-general-consulmeister resplendant in his tropical suit and pith helmet. Once gold has crossed his palm, a parchment of authenticity will be issued which will enable me to unlock a treasure chest of dubloons a gang of pirates in the Channel Islands have been 'looking after' for me.

I told you it was a long story.

Well, and so it seemed daft to go all the way to Osaka just to spend a few minutes inside the sandbagged compound of the British Consulate and then bugger off straight home, so I decided to spend a couple of nights there, to sample once more the cultural delights of the Kansai region such as the Apple Store in Shinsaibashi.

As luck would have, my fellow Hiroshima rogues the notorious Williams brothers will also be in town, so what better than to hang around with my old pals, get irritated by their unreasonable behaviour, shout at them and then go and do my own thing?