I had some dreams ... they were klowns in my koffee.

(With apologies to Carly Simon)

This is my journey through job transition from a toxic environment to a better life. Join me for a few thoughts and a few laughs along the way.
What are "klowns in my koffee"? They are the factors large and small that make you less than you are. A "klown" can be a grossly incompetent boss,
a short-sighted policy or a moronic coworker. They won't kill you, at least not immediately, but they abrade the soul
as you scrape past them to get through the day. Sometimes it's best to dump them out of the cup.


Day 2 - Uptown Klowns

Regrets? Recriminations? Dogged mental reconstruction of the past year in painful detail? Sniffling over missed opportunities?

Yes, I worked on my taxes.

And you thought this was another job loss whine, didn't you?

I interrupted my vision quest and general funk this weekend to do taxes. The deadline for financial aid applications for my daughter's college is March 29. She attends a highly-ranked liberal arts college where the tuition is $52K. Since we were barely able to pay the part left after financial aid and work-study before (Bless you, Mastercard!), getting this done was a necessity.

I wrote a nice little essay on the last page about the change in our financial circumstances. It's odd to think about writing something that someone will read. I wrote easily a thousand pages of procedures, reports, analysis documents and other corporate flotsam and jetsam for Porkus and I don't think most of it was read even by the recipient. I don't have any other explanation why I would be asked to tell the requester the content of a document so that they wouldn't have to read it. Maybe they liked my sonorous voice. It's like ordering a meal in a restaurant and then giving the plate to the waiter to save the pain of having to eat it.

Did I finish the taxes today? Noooooo. Did I enjoy it? Again, nooooooo. Every flat surface has a pile of papers on it. The 'get your life cleaned up' project seems to have gone in reverse.

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