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.


Monday

Day 39 - Tears of a Klone

The Minnesota Zoo has a cloned bull the size of an SUV. His name is Lantz 2. It must be presumed that his "father" is Lantz 1, though it doesn't really say anything about that on the sign. The zoo doesn't use him for breeding. Having grown up in an agricultural area, I can tell you that breeding is really the only reason that you'd keep a bull around. They are foul-tempered and dangerous and they eat a lot. (I'm reminded of my brothers when they were teenagers before they became the wonderful men that they are today.) The Zoo's marketing material says that Lantz 2 is a "valuable educational tool" giving "visitors a chance to learn about and discuss issues in the future of farming." My daughter wanted to know why he had a big earring in his nose. Not sure that this is the type of issue discussion that the sponsor had in mind.

In a world where there is so much bull, we shouldn't be surprised to discover that it's just a copy of the bull that came before. As they say -- Same bull, different day.

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Here's a rare chance to test and maybe improve your mind while actually doing someone else some tangible good. Free Rice http://www.freerice.com/index.php is a site run by the World Food Programme. Select from 13 different topics and answer increasingly more difficult multiple choice questions. For each correct answer, the WFP donates 10 grains of rice to the United Nations World Food Program. It's strangely addictive to watch the grains of rice pile up in the wooden bowl.

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