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 180 - Fingers in Search of a Real Job

Daily Kup (My Life Treading Water)
It rained so much today that ducks are carrying umbrellas. My rain barrels filled up and they aren't attached to my gutter system yet. On the positive side, I didn't have to water my compost piles; in fact, they made their own compost tea to nourish the surrounding area -- I only wish that I wanted things growing well around my compost piles. To-MA-to, to-MAH-to.

Mr. T disassembled the campground in the backyard in preparation for Scout camping this weekend. Where it will rain.

Unemployment Benefits Were Not Wasted on These People

After I finish painting the house, perhaps I'll learn to do this. The coffee ought to help.

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