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 59 - Mucho Kalor

Mucho Kalor ... twisted Spanish for much heat. It's 93 degrees in the house since we don't have air conditioning. The computer locks up every few minutes, so my ability to do much(o) of anything that I wanted to accomplish this evening is pretty well shot. Amazing how dependent we get on these devices.

Everyone in the house is crabby, including the cats, so an honorable retreat seems the best course of action.

Try to post this before we lock up again ...

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