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 135 - Exit, Stage Right

Daily Kup (Please add some ice! For the hot temperature, I mean)
Today was the first day of "home here with the kids." I haven't started drinking yet. This itself is a victory over circumstances.

A Splash of Cream, Two Sugars, Dash of Star Quality
In what will surely be one of the most surreal chapters of this personal odyssey, the kids and I seem to have gotten invited to the casting call for a television commercial. I researched the ad agency; their clients include Target, Travelers Insurance, Coca-Cola and Crave. Any of those would be a hoot. I'll try to avoid becoming Gypsy's Momma Rose to my little Dainty June and Gypsy Rose Lee. Everything's Coming Up Roses!

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