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 143 - Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da

Daily Kup (Life Goes On)
The kids are starting to respond to the discipline of Sergeant Mom's Home for Wayward Youth. Chores and study were completed today with minimal fuss, though it still takes until nearly mid-afternoon. I'm a little too Earth Mother for Marine-style boot camp but I'm starting to see the tear-them-down-and-then-build-them-back-up philosophy in a whole new, albeit khaki, light. If I go back into management, a lot of these techniques will be freakishly transferable.

The school held a kindergarten meet-and-greet on the playground this evening. Picture dozens of kindergartners swarming in brightly-colored tubes while adults wearing name tags nodded and chatted. In retrospect, the school was doing a platoon psych on the parents. We've bonded without the crew cuts.

Northern Lite Latte

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