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 3 - Kollege Klowns

I will call this the Lost Weekend, with apologies to Ray Milland. I worked on taxes and financial aid documents almost the whole time. It will probably take a solid two days to get the rest of the papers picked up and filed.

It was good in a way to have a project to focus on, particularly something with a goal and a conclusion. Otherwise, I'm working on a project called "Fix Everything" and I can see where I could get lost quickly.

I seem to be missing the blotter from the leather desk set and my little tool box of inspection tools so I need to get those from my Porkus pals. Or is having them worth going back there? Not sure.

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