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Name: Ronnie
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: St. Charles
Birthday: 7/20/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: I'm kind of a movie buff, only not as big as alot of other movie buffs. Same with music. I love music, but only the good kind. I'm not a musician, but if I was, I'd be awesome. I just don't have the talent for it.
Expertise: The ladies... wait... no... I lied...
Occupation: Searching
Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  friggingenius1
MSN: rcobb3@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  bandmidget
Member Since:
8/16/2003
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| Gold Bond? More like OLD Bond.So I was going to go to the fireworks show in St. Charles tonight, but I couldn't find parking. I drove every single street both ways from Main to Fifth, end to end, and couldn't find a single spot over the span of over an hour, so I turned around and went home. So no fireworks for me, but lucky for all of you, you get a blog post. I know you're all super excited. Don't all comment at once! Right, if I get two comments between Xanga and Livejournal combined, I'll be surprised. I know at least a handful of you read this, but sometimes it just feels like I'm doing this just because it's here, not because I have any purpose to it.
Anyway, I was just thinking "I wonder if Gold Bond powder has an expiration date." I checked the bottle I've been using for awhile now, and it turns out it does. It turns out the expiration date on my bottle was exactly eleven years ago. That's right, on the bottom of the bottle, printed in plain black letters, it says "EXP: 7/98." That means it expired the summer before I started high school. How the crap did I get a bottle of Gold Bond that old? I've been using it for years, just a little bit at a time every so often when I need it, but never really thought of checking the date on it. I think I stole this bottle out of the cabinet at home at some point in college, most likely when living away from home, because it was in my plastic drawers that I've had since I started college. That means when I stole it, it was already at least 4 years expired in our cabinet at home.
I've had so many random stories that I thought "I should post a blog about this," but I forgot most of them. Work sucks, and I hate it and I want to quit, but I'm broke, so that's not a good idea. I was written up for attendance, because I was sick twice, my van broke down for a week, and I skipped for ACen because they denied my request off, even though I asked MONTHS in advance. Only one of those was legitimately wrong. Other people have called in WAY more than me, and as far as I know, they haven't been written up. Anyway, this means I am ineligible for promotion of any kind for one year. I accidentally miss 6 days in 6 months and now I'm screwed from getting a promotion. I was already screwed out of a raise almost 6 months ago because they hired me as "temporary" and that meant I was ineligible for a raise when everyone else got one. They even told me that they DO NOT hire full time cashiers back then, just a month or two before hiring a whole wave of full-timers. I asked to be moved up, and it was denied.
Some GOOD news, however, is that I heard just the other day that the manager that hates me is leaving in two weeks. I don't know who is taking his place, but he or she HAS to be better than this guy. I haven't heard a single person ever say they actually like him. I don't think I know a single person at work who doesn't have a problem with him. Even the other managers don't like him. He is in charge of schedules, and has screwed everyone over on countless occasions (ACen, for example). He has told at least 2 people I know that they should drop some of their classes at school so they can work more hours at Wal-Mart. I've gotten on his bad side on multiple occasions because he made a decision that made no sense, so I corrected it, probably personally making the store run better, and safer (he wanted to leave a single girl cashier in Lawn and Garden, alone, at night), so I went over his head a bit and didn't comply. Now he has me pushing carts 4 out of 5 days I work. I haven't touched a register in 2 and a half shifts (that's 20 solid work hours), even though I was hired as a "Cashier." I ripped off the little tag that says "Cashier" on my name badge, because I was sick of seeing the lies. You know, one of the best parts of him leaving is that now I don't have to put his name on job applications, so he can't give me a bad reference.
God, I could complain about this job all freaking night if I wanted to. I'm sure most of you stopped reading by now anyway. Honestly, I know I would have, and usually do when reading most of your blogs. I'll be honest. I skim and scan at best if a paragraph is over 3 lines long, or if it's over 3 paragraphs in general. I consider myself a hypocrite, because I post long, drawn-out paragraphs of detail, and I hope people actually read it, but unless I'm really interested in something, like if it pertains to ME, I usually skim it and move on. I'm sure in skimming this paragraph, some of you will go back and see what the big deal is, but honestly, there is no big deal. I'd say about... 0% of this post really has any bearing on any of your lives. There is no purpose to this post, other than so I feel better, letting out a bit of frustration. I could just as easily do this to the cats.
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| The Past is Not Dead, but it Should Be.Observation: I find it odd, yet completely not surprising, that most of the people I went to high school with seem to still be hanging out with the same group of people as back then. I keep stumbling across people I haven't seen or talked to in upwards of 7 years, and their Facebook pages are all connected to each other, and the pictures they have could all practically be from the same parties, because it's all the same people, over and over again. Don't get me wrong. The few relationships I retain from high school, I do cherish, but it sometimes seems like the majority of my high school still hangs out in the same place with the same people.
I guess that's to be expected from a crappy little redneck area like I grew up in, but looking at all of their profiles, they could practically be interchanged with each other. The majority have been married and/or divorced. I think 99% of them have kids, even the ones who were never married. Even though they all have kids, it seems the majority of their pictures are either at a bar or in a garage or basement getting drunk. However, there is always one full album devoted to their kid, because they are so proud of them and are so happy to have such a beautiful child, even though the father was another one of the redneck douchebags from my high school (or from the nearby one in Potosi) who probably ended up cheating on them with another girl from high school. It's all the same people, and they all know each other, and it's just a web of cheating and babies and alcohol. I grew up in a bad country song, and Facebook is the proof.
I really had no other topics in mind tonight. I just noticed that while looking through pictures and friends lists on Facebook. I've thought this for awhile, but out of boredom, decided to rant about it for a minute. I may be single with a crap job, but I'd prefer this over that anyday. Sure, it'd be nice to be married, or even have a romantic relationship, but it all seems so meaningless, looking through the pictures on Facebook. I'm glad I got out of that hole, even if I am broke, sometimes lonely, barely supporting myself, at least I can say I got out, and I made my own amazing friends, and at least I'm not living how I always said everyone would end up in high school (joking at the time, but apparently dead on).
I'm done with my rant. I just felt the need to say something.
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| And, we're fixed... maybe...So our internet has been up and down so much that I almost threw many random devices out windows and/or against brick walls. Turns out, Belkin routers suck. The power went out a few times, due to storms, and every time it went out, the router wouldn't connect to the internet for hours/days. I took it back twice, thinking at first maybe it was just the individual router, so I got the same one, but it didn't help. I finally, yesterday or the day before, got a Netgear router, and as soon as I reset all the settings, it worked perfectly. Woo Netgear. You are better than Belkin. That's good, because I didn't want to have to drop an extra $30 on a Linksys.
So that was nerdy and boring, I'm sure. I bet you all loved reading my misadventures (or rather unadventures) in the internet. In other news, which I forgot to mention before, and which I'm sure none of you particularly care about, I got the entire series of Arrested Development for a grand total of $33. Seasons 1 and 2 come together at Wal-Mart for $20, and Best Buy is having an awesome sale on television series, and a lot of them are only $13 each, so I got season 3 there.
In other, actually exciting news (only not really exciting at all), Rian got X-Box Live. If I get a new job soon, I'll get my own account as well. I have a silver account from a free trial last year, so I'll probably use that, meaning my name will be BandMidget, just like everywhere else in the world.
Um... everything else exciting, you all should know already, since I tell all my awesome news in person/phone on a daily basis. Speaking of which, Kara, did you get my texts last night? You weren't replying, so I wasn't sure.
I'm... done now. I suck at writing. Don't tell people, though, because I try to sell that as one of my strong points.
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| Connected again! Well, I'm officially moved in with Rian, and as of a couple days ago, we finally have cable and internet. It took awhile to get the money to even get it installed, and after installation, it took like 3 days to even get the internet to work on my piece of crap computer. It still says it doesn't work, but I'm here, so apparently it's confused.
So... my life... It's been pretty interesting recently. I can't even begin to tell all the random stories of how awesome I am. Well, I could begin, but it'd be all stream of consciousness, and I don't want to do that right now. I'd say... 99% of my readers know all the exciting stuff already, since the very few who read this either got a call/text/Myspace message from me, learned from Rian and I talking about it, or you were there.
Anyway, I really have nothing major to say right now, other than YAY INTERNET! I know I've said this a million times, but hopefully I'll keep up with this blog now that I have internet set up and such. I mean, I'm paying for it, so I might as well use it, eh?
On one final note, I am in major job-hunt mode right now. I am about sick of Wal-Mart. It's a nice job and all, but I'm better than this, and I'm finally realizing that they aren't planning on moving me up. If I can't move up, it's time to move on. They say there is room for advancement, and there were even positions open that I wanted, but I didn't even get to interview for them, and I see the cashiers with 20 year tags and it scares the crap out of me. I don't want to be here for 20 years, stuck as a freaking cashier. I told myself I'd give it 6 months. I'm coming up on 8 months and I'm still in the same position I started in. I am a better cashier than 90% of the others, easily. I am faster, I am more knowledgable, I am friendlier, and I have been sent to do the worst jobs in the store and I haven't complained once to them, and they still see me as nothing but a peon. If they don't appreciate me for my talents and abilities, then I don't want to work for them anymore. I am better than them, and I don't know why the world won't let me show it.
So if any of you know anywhere that's hiring (and don't jerk me around saying fast food or other minimum wage retail), please give me a heads up. I have one possibility, and I'm turning in the application tomorrow, but I need as many possibilities as I can find. Please, I need help. I've discovered it's always the people you know who can get you a job. Heck, I wouldn't work at this Wal-Mart if I didn't know someone who put in a good word for me and got them to call. I know some of you have decent jobs. Ask around. Drop my name. Just keep your ears open, because I can't stand this anymore. What did I even go to college for, if this is all life is?
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