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 13 - PerKing Up, Klingon style

Out of the slump today. Sunshine and general productivity returned. I have completed every module of the state's program for newly unemployed workers and am blissfully free of every backward glance. Though, right before sitting under the bodhi tree, I did take the time to search out a picture of my former boss.

Does he remind you of anyone? No "Sympathy" from me, Mick Jagger!

A little harsh? OK, live and let live. Now picture him with a gold sash ... yes, that's it! Hab SoSlI' Quch!

QamuIs Heg qaq law' lorvIs yInqaq puS (with apologies to Zapata)

bortaS blr jablu'Dl'reH QaQqu'nay'

And that's why they call it free speech, baby!

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