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 45 - Happy Mother's Day

When I was fourteen, I wanted to be a performer because I felt so freed by the experience of being on stage and being anyone but myself in the way that fourteen-year-olds think. Sadly, I had a huge heart but no traditional talent. (I also wanted to be a bridge officer on the Starship Enterprise, a role for which I actually had more talent, but again reality betrayed me.)

As in the late and missed balladeer Harry Chapin's Taxi (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5dwksSbD34), life may have you idiosyncratically fulfilling your early goals in a way far different from what you had planned. The best acting job I've ever had is reacting with enthusiasm to special gifts like this from my children.

I once worked on an engineering improvement project for the Volcano mine system, a scatterable munition deployed from the back of trucks so I immediately recognized this statue as a rendition of the Volcano delivery system as done in medicine bottles.

So being a mom means receiving things like this and making the giver know that you couldn't have wanted anything different or more. Not even a lanyard. "Harry, keep the change."

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