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 202 - The Wreath of Kin

Daily Kup (Like on Sabbatical or a Sabbatical from Life?)
The usual stuff: Girl Scout planning meeting, painting the house, ad nausuem. We picked up Kollege Kid from school so tht she could enjoy a weekend at home. She just completed midterms and there are no classes on Monday, so it seemed like a needed break for her. True to the stereotype, she came out of the dorm trailing a huge bag of laundry.

The first Daisy meeting is tomorrow. It's fortunate that my co-leader seems to take everything in stride, so I emerged from our planning meeting feeling much more comfortable. During my brief stint helping Kollege Kid's Brownie troop way back when, I became known as "the mean mother" for not letting girls run up and down the hall to ransack the vending machines.

You Can't Spell Fundraising without FUN
Attila the Son and Mr. T will journey the length and breadth of our neighborhood this weekend selling Cub Scout Christmas wreaths and roping. They are actually very nice wreaths for the money, so some of the pain of door knocking is reduced. Lat year, the home team found that the best sales time was during the Vikings' games; people are home, particularly men, and men seem to like to buy Scout items from little boys. Or maybe they simply want to get back to their TVs.

So, if you need a nice wreath delivered right before Thanksgiving and live in the Twin Cities area, I know a little boy that you should meet.

La taza no está aquí
No word from the missing coffee cup. There has been an increase in hang-up phone calls though. Just my imagination? Creepy.

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