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 153 - Retail Therapy

Daily Kup (My Life as a Bag Lady)
Today's caravan headed for that Mecca of hedonism, the Outlet Mall. Our closest mall is Albertville Premium Outlets: 100 stores and lots of chance to walk.

Kollege Kid needed some new clothes and had a gift card. The two small ones were helpful and cooperative — in the first store. After that, it became a little dicey; bribery and threats became the order of the day. On the positive side, the exercise potential was greatly increased by physically dragging two squirming mini-human beings the entire length of the mall.

We completed the planned mission with minimal casualties and hurried home since Kollege Kid needed to be at the airport to meet her Gambian roommate's London flight.

Driving home with bags in the back of the car, I felt like the driver of the getaway car.

Koffee Shop(ping)

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