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 174 - Too Kool for School?

Daily Kup (How I Spent my Reality Vacation)
Two events marked this day. First, I got the trailer on the truck and went north -- far north -- to meet a guy with way too many concrete stepping stones. After loading them in the trailer and a slow, white-knuckled ride home, I now have a whole bunch of stepping stones. With a little clean-up, they will fit nicely in the butterfly garden with some left over.

Lifting 900 pounds of concrete into the trailer and then out of the trailer pretty much wore me out. I sat down on the couch for a minute after dinner and woke up at 10:30. Yes, another exciting Friday night.

As for that other thing, in the mid-afternoon, the Call came. No, not a job or a clear signal to join the ministry. The Call from the Principal. Attila the Son had a bad last two days at school. As today was Lifetouch picture day, I suspect that in about six weeks, I'll get a lovely packet of pictures featuring an angry-looking boy in a rumpled shirt. Two other sets of parents will be receiving packets of pictures of their boys with prominent facial injuries and grass-stained clothing.

The school decided that they didn't want him riding the bus home and so I had to go to the school to retrieve him and meet with the teacher and the principal. Oh, happy times. My son sat sullenly in the middle of the discussion. The teacher and principal couldn't have been more reasonable. It almost makes it worse to know that two perfectly nice people had to deal with this situation. The final ruling: If he does it again, he is suspended for three days. This seems like a punishment for me. If he hasn't learned his lesson, I have a large pile of paving stones that need to be moved to the back yard.

Cream, Two Sugars, and Some Recrimination

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