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 139 - Steps in the Right Direction

Daily Kup (My Life as a Gainfully Unemployed Person)
Heat. Thunder. Lightening. Rain. Sunshine.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

The Daily Grind
Good evening, everyone. I'm so glad that I found this meeting. I need your help to get my life back together. My name is Burning K. and -- this is so hard to admit to a room full of strangers -- I am an Anti-topical. Yes, it's true. I have to come to grips with the fact that I don't care about any of the major issues of the day:

* Brett Favre's career plans
* Lindsay Lohan's release from jail, exile from Hollywood or either of her obnoxious parents
* Oprah's new television network
* Tiger Woods' performance in any arena -- we all know what his handicap is
* Team Edward or that other guy either
* The Mel Gibosn recordings and penchant for speech laden with movie cliches and Scotch
* Whether Sarah Palin's daughter is engaged or not to that walking side of beef
* The British Royal Family's sagging finances to match their stiff upper lips
* The location of LeBron James or what Charles Barkley thinks about it
* Anyone called Snooki

On the other hand, I kind of want to know what really happened that made that flight attendant snap and take the escape chute to the tarmac. So, I guess there's hope for me. With your support, I know I can be rehabilitated.

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